Male or female? The reflection kept mute on that interesting detail. Maybe it was another trick of the rain-smeared glass. Was I that wet or was it the water running down the glass itself that made me look like a swimmer underwater, blurring my hair and clothes into the same dark mass? My face appeared as little more than two eyes stuck on a disc of white. Sheepishly, I stepped closer to the window again. My feet landed in the small river that currently passed for a gutter the same instant I realized I’d been startled by my own reflection. Cautious, I tilted my head to see, then lurched back as the pale something did the same. A nearby window had lost part of its covering shutter, exposing a dirty slice of glass and curtain to the street.
I shuddered, stumbling away from the damp wall. It was mine, I decided, confused by the delay in recognition.
There were smudges of dirt on the palm and back the clean skin was paler, except where a spider’s web of red marked the edges of a cut. It had five fingers, tipped with small, blunt nails, one broken. I stared at the hand pressed near my cheek. Excerpt from A Thousand Words for Stranger (No spoilers) Chapter 1
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