This week’s #teasertuesday is from Winter Duet book 2 of my WWII Echoes Rising series.
“Wake up, Kit! Wake up!”
Kristopher jerked awake with a start. Michel leant over him, his expression grim. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
They’d been in Feuerbach less than twenty-four hours. Surely Reiniger hadn’t found them already?
Before Michel could answer, a loud explosion sounded nearby. Kristopher got to his feet immediately, reaching for his gun, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the flashlight Michel held. The wooden beams groaned. The building shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. He grabbed his satchel, not wanting to leave it behind.
“Bombing raid,” Michel said, already on the stairs of the apartment building, heading outside. Kristopher was only a couple of steps behind him. The wailing of sirens echoed around them. “We need to get out of here.”
Outside, people were running. A woman screamed. A baby’s wail filled the air. The top story of the building next door was gone, rubble lying in the street in big chunks.
Engines roared. Something swooped low above them. Kristopher ducked. Michel grabbed him and dived, both of them hitting the ground and landing in the snow.
Kristopher coughed. He wiped wet snow from his face and shivered. Luckily he’d slept in his coat and boots. Smoke filled the air. “The river,” he gasped. “We need to get to the river.” Someone had mentioned a tower shelter by the Feuerbach River the previous evening.
The ground moved, or seemed to, as another explosion lit up the sky, this time in the distance, from the centre of Stuttgart itself. “Can you walk?” Michel helped Kristopher as he struggled to his feet.
“I’m fine,” Kristopher reassured him. “You?”
“Yes.” Michel retrieved the flashlight from the ground. It lit up for a moment, and then they were plunged into blackness. “Verdammt!” Michel shook it and switched it off, then on, but nothing happened. He shoved it into the pocket of his coat and glanced around. The streetlights were off—they would have been extinguished at the first sign of attack. All they had for light was the waning crescent moon above them and the fires burning as the aircraft dropped their bombs.