The Blind Girl

The acrid stench of blood filled the air. I had long since been robbed of my sight, and I stood there, lost and helpless.

"Miss... if only you could see me..."

"I can see you. Silver hair, red eyes. You're beautiful."

"That's wonderful... but... I can't... see you anymore."

"You'll be able to see again someday."

She pressed a cold stone into my hand, then smiled and stroked my head with her damp hand. "Run..."

Just then, the clatter of gears turning and the roar of a steam locomotive reached my ears...