Spring 1834 – A Run Across the Sleeping City

The creature seemed to put no effort into its leap. It rose from garden to second floor balcony as if pulled up by strings. 

Uncle Boris grimaced, his many sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. He said, “I had thought to live quietly here for a few more years. After this last fortnight, I think that will not be possible.”

Boris crouched low and then jumped. He arrived on the balcony just as the creature leaped for the roof.

I put fingers and toes to the wall and scampered after.