Pretty

The fog swirled over the city, hiding away the sins of the residents. No one spoke. They just waited for the weary night to be over. They were huddled in their homes, feeling the terror move through their city.

She smiled at the empty streets. She saw people looking at her through their windows.

Pretty, she heard whispered, and then the speaker was pinned down.

They knew that there was always a price to pay for the city to prosper. That was the deal. She would have her picking...