High heels, red soles. Short skirt. Dangerous. The table overflowed with chips, cheese boards and dips. Her plate, empty. I approach. “The problem of too much choice?” “I normally know what I want.” And you get it, I bet. “Have a favourite dip?” “I do enjoy a skinny dip.” Outside, the lake sparkled. Afterword The mission […]
Aimed at the battleship, the cannon stood ready, resolute. The brink of war. A war for power, money, land and—above all else—glory. Strategy would be key, luck too. A roll of the dice. Literally. Bridget plonked the cannon upon the GO square, the edge of the board tapping the kitchen bench. Afterword The mission was
Morning light streamed through the oculus. Jane ducked a spiderweb. Dust lay thick upon the dollhouse, masking the beauty of the mansard roof and turned wood on the porch. Inside, Lucy played the stencilled piano. Penelope drank tea. On the papered wall hung Grandmother’s portrait. Jane dropped a hand to her swollen belly. Afterword The
