Here is the prologue to the story I am working on right now. It's not very long, but more will follow. The man peered down the ally. It was late at night and dark, but he thought he saw the huddled shape of a person. He took a cautious step into the alley, then another. The shape did not move. He crept along in the shadows, drawing nearer. Gradually, the shape became clear. A girl. She appeared to be sleeping. Beside her was what the man was hoping to find. Food. Half of a chicken was on a spit over a burned out fire. He would have that chicken, even if he had to kill the girl to get it. "I wouldn't take another step if I were you," a voice said from behind him. The man froze as the cold steel of a dagger's blade pressed against his throat. "You wouldn't kill a man just for stumbling into the wrong alley," he said. The girl stirred in her sleep. "I'd say by all your sneaking around you knew someone else was here." "No, not at all! Just looking for a place out of the wind!" the man said frantically. "I don't believe you," the voice behind him whispered.