The Lead
Brilliant white flashed in the gutters as I moved. The grimy gray cobbles crunched, and my breath steamed.
No one stood in the intersection. No one peered through the broken windows or hid behind the bombed-out steam automobiles. But I felt someone there. I turned, turned again.
Someone watched me.
Frightened, I ran past a horse’s crumbling skeleton and hid inside the shattered ruin of a carriage.
A man-shaped shadow moved from the darkness, icy fingers seizing my wrist. “I have you now.”
I screamed, jerking awake, heart pounding, bathed in sweat. My room was dark, but moonlight painted the street outside bluish-white. I couldn’t feel my right hand.
Blitz ran to my door, knocked. “Mrs. Spadros? Are you well?”
“I’m all right,” I panted. “Another dream.” I felt disoriented.
