There was nothing quite like hard molded plastic chairs to make sitting uncomfortable. Especially when the model was designed for pain. Still, Maxim supposed they were better than the droning of the devil.
Trading Places
“Oh no.” Ollie crossed her arms and glowered at Timothy Morrow. “I ain’t taking the blame for this one.”
A Choice of Kin
Steps echoing, Constance paced the corridor with hands behind her back. She shifted her grip with each step against the folds of her full skirt. The bridge guard’s pressed the button as she approached, allowing her entry.
Dancing on the Edge
Mavean danced on the edge of the abyss. Her skirts caught in breezes wafting from the mists below, but her feet returned unfaltering to the ground. She longed to fall, but they were not done with her yet.
Darkness Tamed
“Edgard.” His name. “Edgard, it is time.” She called. He moved a shifting of darkness waking from nothingness. Form coalesced as he flicked from his rest. Only a strand of trailed behind him as he landed on the branch, ink twisting through the air. Cocking his head to the side he looked at her and cawed.
Trouble
Mamie clamped her jaws together and forced a smile. She gasped the mug in her hands, pleasantly warm if the soup was not pleasant to taste. Still… “Such kindness, sharing your meal.”
At Peace, Not Rest
Dahlia’s gasp broke the silence as she sat up. Grass shifted in her hands as she grabbed for anything, tearing from the ground in her grip. Raising her hand, she opened her fist and watched the grass drift lazily to the ground and disappear, melting into the green.
Chosen
He hadn’t been known as Sven since he was a boy. His father hadn’t been that imaginative in names and once he’d been old enough, he’d gotten rid of the name.
Tea
Lilly Miriam Hewitt sniffed snootily and sipped her tea. Her gaze focused on the school across the way, specifically the students. Or one in particular. In her many years, not that she’d admit how many those were, she’d never seen anyone so audacious up the walk.
Names and Strangers
Josephine Maria Ziegler sniffed and turned her head to stare pointedly out the window. Ollie rolled her eyes at Josephine. So much for their first class arrangements. Their private train car had become semi-private. Ollie watched the man and was far less put out than her travel companion.
