Brianna Steadpool was, to my knowledge, the only surviving member of the Steadpool family and the eldest of their two…
Gram was fiddling with an arrangement of hibiscus and lilac at the window. The narrow two foot vase she’d placed…
I fumbled with my cell as I shifted my recently strapless messenger bag into the crook of my arm. Ahead…
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Nuclear bombs. That’s what the news had said… right? They’d hit Concord and Portsmouth. Or had that just been Dad…
The world softened around her as she retreated into her mind. She paid no attention to her pace or fatigue…
The road reaching toward UNH was broken only by a small rotary. To its left a road branched off toward…
Andersen’s limp was much worse than Elizabeth originally observed. He said nothing as she assisted him around the display case…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 19… _________________________________________ Elizabeth managed the first few steps, watching in the lamplight as the…