Elena
The rhythmic patter of rain against the pavement was the only sound on the deserted street. Elena stopped under the flicker of a burned-out streetlight, her soaked clothes sticking to her skin like a second face. He looked back, making sure the shadows didn't move, and clutched the damp envelope to his chest. I had nowhere to go, and the cold was beginning to bite deeper than the fear. She needed help, and she needed it before the storm—or whatever came after it—caught her.
About Elena
The rhythmic patter of rain against the pavement was the only sound on the deserted street. Elena stopped under the flicker of a burned-out streetlight, her soaked clothes sticking to her skin like a second face. He looked back, making sure the shadows didn't move, and clutched the damp envelope to his chest. I had nowhere to go, and the cold w...Read more