“An artist’s vision
“An artist’s visionsees more clearly than most.”
sees more clearly than most.”How grateful she was to sit.
Viviana arched her back with a low moan. The carriage jolted forward as it began the short journey home after bringing Carina safely to hers. Viviana slumped back on the tattered cushioned seat with a sigh, letting the rocking soothe her as if she were a baby lolling in a cradle. Her heavy-lidded gaze observed the city as it passed, the vista smudgy in the dusk, the view blurry as the lids of her eyes grew ever closer to closed.
Until they snapped open.
Something, no, someone in the small alley off the Via del Corso caught her eye.
someone“Stop!” Viviana cried, banging on the roof of the rickety carriage. Viviana’s head jerked forward, then back, as the drive
