The impromptu picnic was his idea, a rare moment alone with her dad. He spread a blanket under "their" tree overlooking the river. Her favorite sandwiches, peanut butter and dill pickles, were packed along with thermoses of Hawaiian Punch and Sprite. "I don't understand," her voice cracked. Fighting against her tears, she was shocked to … Continue reading Driving since midnight
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Dressed to kill
Pauley stared at the proffered hand. The flawless ivory skin, the impeccably manicured nails, flowing from the cuff of a pale green silk blouse. Unable to lift her arms, she shifted her gaze to the other woman's face. Smiling down at her were the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. A mane of chestnut hair framed … Continue reading Dressed to kill
Let it go to voice mail
Set to vibrate, her phone skipped across the bar top, crashing into the stem of her wine glass. Her boss Sam was calling again. Without picking up the phone, Pauley turned it off, ignoring the blinking voicemail alert. Downing the last swallow of her Merlot, Pauley searched for Ross, the new bartender. He wasn't the … Continue reading Let it go to voice mail
Lost in the tunnels
His mail rattling with each step, the sergeant of arms strode with purpose into the cavernous hall. In one hand he dragged the submissive priest behind him, his other hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The whole while, the Prince watched the spectacle, a look of boredom on his face. He slumped in … Continue reading Lost in the tunnels
Catacombs
Preparations for the ceremony were traditionally spread over a fortnight, for no other reason than to give the aristocracy an excuse for drunken debauchery. Not that they needed a reason, but the clergy turned a blind eye to their indiscretions since they did eventually lead to a solemn ceremony. A costly rite that added essential … Continue reading Catacombs
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