The Dream
Nadia fled through dense mist. From pearly fog, skeletal half-transparent hands clutched her. Ghostly fingers grasped her ankles, forcing her to a halt. Their steely grip held her. She started to shriek, then woke, bolt upright in bed.
“Ahhhh…†the shriek transformed itself into a startled gasp, then a sigh as she flopped down on her back. Jesus! What a horrific nightmare. Not since she was a little girl had she…
Damn him. She hadn’t been able to get Jonathan out of her mind. His hands, his long, strong fingers, haunted her. It had been wonderful, at first. A novelty.