GENRE: Adult Secret
Ailis slipped out from the glow of the street lamp into the shadows of the porch, shivering. The oversized coat of her older brother’s should have kept her warm. Perhaps, however, the trembling had more to do with the mission she was on rather than the night air. Though February had frosted the ground and left its snowy imprint, what chilled her bones was fear. She buried that anxiety as soon as it leached into her head. “It’d do no good to succumb to worry now, not this far away from home,” she thought. She ducked under the ivy that hung low over the wooden eaves, concealing herself from the road.
A British armored truck sat idle in front of the flats across the drive, its darkness haunted the night; a cold, windowless tank so dully painted that even the streetlamp refused to cast a reflection on it.