Gum Belle: EpilogueWhen she awoke, she feared that it had all been a dream, that she was back in the vat, floating in empty shapelessness
Only she saw no acid-eaten steel catwalk, but a pristine ceiling of white tiles, with a glaring electric bulb in the center. Where was she?
She heard movement and voices, muffled and unclear, as through deep water. Embarrassment flooded her, and her gum-vision rippled in agitation. How many people were here? Had they been watching her? She was naked.
With the desperate speed of a girl who wakes up in a stranger's bed after a wild party, she pulled together a body, clothes, colors, her flesh stiff and sore, the way she used
Miss Twist: PrologueEast Berlin, December 14th, 1965. 8:30 PMMiss Twist: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was snowing on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall.
The woman in black burrowed deeper into her coat and rubbed her hands together beneath her fur hand muff. It couldn't be warmer then fifteen degrees Fahrenheit, and the harsh, blustery wind made her face numb and stiff. No wonder the lovely lads in the press department called this the Cold War.
She turned down a narrow, dingy alley, her boot-heels clicking briskly on the cobbles. Something vaguely human was huddled beneath a pile of white-dusted rubbish. She made the effort not to look too closely at it. She couldn't afford pity. She was on the c