Ivana Devcic

Requiem

Adalia was certain there was someone peering into her window. She had awoken at an ungodly hour, well past nightfall. Frost covers the glass windowpane in a gossamer web, absorbing and reflecting the moonlight in its tiny streams. Violet, Adalia’s cat, defensively arches; she grates out a predatory hiss that is at odds with her noticeable smell of fear.