6
Girl Without a Name
Peter shivers. His bed is gone, and he is standing in a strange room.
Light comes through a small opening. The air feels cold and clammy. He rubs his eyes as he takes in his surroundings. A bed stands at a slant in the middle of the room, bare, with its mattress slashed open like a gaping wound. As his eyes adjust, he can see a chest of drawers, two of the drawers pulled out, the top one hanging crookedly in its tracks, its contents spilled onto the floor. A cast-iron stove is covered in dust, and a chipped white enamel pitcher and bowl have been upended and tossed onto the floor.
On a big chair in the corner, someone is curled up underneath a green and red-checkered woolen covering.
On the floor close to the chair sits the same beast Peter remembers from the pre
