The Stowaway

It was the farthest north they had even been.  Past England, past the highlands, into the thick of Irish territory.  As Captain Palmer walked across the sturdy wood, the cold air ran through her, sending short strands of short dark blonde hair and causing her to pull the dark blue jacket of her uniform tighter…… Continue reading The Stowaway

Mourning Jewelry

Lily unlocked the back door of the thrift store using a key that didn’t belong to her.  Double checking to make sure she wasn’t being followed, that there were no cameras, she pushed opened the door with a leather gloved hand and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She had won the key in…… Continue reading Mourning Jewelry