Down and Out

Her face was dirty beneath the mask she wore. Her eyes wild, fear glazing the blue irises, darkening them to almost black. Her hands pugilistic, her stance rigid, she looked like she would bolt at any moment.

I reached out to her, trying to paste a calm look on my face, but I was as nervous as she. Bitten? Infected? Would she turn soon? Was this down and out waif going to spell my end?

Her eyes calmed for a moment, their colour lightening to a clear icy blue. A small smile warmed her face as she started to fight…

© 2019 Julianne Snow