September 18, 1919 My dearest friend, Girls should be fearless. That’s what my Aunt Julia always says to me when ever I begin to doubt myself, and when she and Miss Haversham announced they were starting a troop of Girl … Continue reading
He slowly crawled out of his tent and looked around, shielding his eyes against the glare of the sun. For at least a mile in any direction, right up to the foothills that surrounded the plain, he could see nothing … Continue reading
I stood on the strip with my feet tightly pressed together and my back as straight as I could make it. My scalp and underarms were moist. My teeth tense. I could see down the line with my peripheral vision. … Continue reading
I wasn’t expecting to meet him like that. When I’d received the call from a Keeper that my intended was at the station I wasn’t sure what to do. Ideally my father should have taken the call, but he was … Continue reading
Click here to see the photo that inspired this story. The owner disabled sharing. It’s worth going to look at, folks. Lyla was always the first one to get cold. She wouldn’t run the ceiling fan if the air conditioner … Continue reading