Ride the Nightmare

Impulsively. Helen reached out and laid her hand on his arm. Don’t! cried her mind but it was still a relief to be committed.

Chris was looking at her now. She had to speak and what she said had to be just right—not cruel yet not unquestioning

“Just—give me a chance, Chris,” she said.

He caught at her hand and held it tightly. And they said no more.

THE END