Peter PrueChapter 2
Prue fell on a wooden bench, tears running down her cheeks. The bench stood on a knoll looking out over the dark sea, but she didn’t see it – neither the water, nor the clouds that chased the stars. Her trembling hand went through her bag until it found her ringing cellphone. “Pruts?” The tinny voice sounded urgent. “God, Jules, it was awful!” “I thought you’d meet him about now?” ““It’s already over, Jules. I ran! It was horrible!” “You mean you didn’t talk?” “He attacked me!” “He...