Elixir

She peered at him through the window. He and several other men worked to move a wagon stuck in the mud. Brushing his fingers through his hair, he wiped the sweat from his brow. Her knees grew weak at the sight of him; she instantly fell into a memory. Her fingers unbuttoning his coat, her... Continue Reading →

Serving Death for Breakfast

His wet hair damped his shirt collar. His hands shook as he fiddled with his bow tie.  A velvet box was secured tightly in his hands. With his thumb, he stroked the soft fibers of its lid then pried it open. A heart-shaped necklace with the words: Gladys My Love, You Hold My Heart. His... Continue Reading →

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