Enter the Raven, fiction by Teel James Glenn
T he girl was clearly terrified and appeared lost by the way she looked around wildly. She was barefoot dressed only in a long T-shirt, her natural hair in a wild tangle. The cobbled streets in that part of Murphytown were slick with the evening fog off Lake Champlain. It muffled all sound and gave everything the aspect of a dream. Or a nightmare. The girl tried to flag several cars down but they sped up instead as she waved her arms. Fear was as thick in the streets as the chill mist. Any cars that drove through that industrial area of Arling, New York after dark did so with windows up and doors locked. And they made a point not to stop for anything or anyone. She kept looking over her shoulder as she stumbled along the sidewalk, trying any door she came to with visible desperation. “ Maman aide moi!” She prayed in frustration when no portal admitted her. She sagged against a shop window and sobbed in frustration. “ Problem’s little lady?” A voice like shattered glas