Inside Poe was pacing. Mssr Bonnenuit was looking around. "What do you do here Poe? Surely you're not the smith?" He looked incredulous. His wife laughed. "I'm fairly certain the smith is Marie's...husband?" she gestured in Regan's direction. Regan merely inclined his head in a mockery of acknowledgement. "I'm the smith." He didn't owe these… Continue reading Papa? Part 2
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Papa? Part 1
Marie and Regan were sitting on the bench next to the smithy eating lunch. Poe had joined them and was sitting on a stump drolly telling them a story about one of his clients from Montreal as they enjoyed the sunny day. The mail coach pulled up and Poe watched as a tall, well dressed… Continue reading Papa? Part 1
The Ides of March
March 15 1821 Marie woke early a sense of dread filling her. She didn't know why at first but then remembered the date. The ides of March. She turned towards Regan but he was already gone. His pillow was still warm so she must have just missed him leaving. No matter, this was something she… Continue reading The Ides of March
Vrestath’raw’nuhlaze AKA Cobalt
“What do you mean Alderaan’s ‘GONE’ Leanna?” The Chiss looks at the view screen, a frown marring her features as she tries not to panic. Jax and Kriss were there. What would have happened to them? The human woman on the screen has eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. She wipes at them as… Continue reading Vrestath’raw’nuhlaze AKA Cobalt
The Job
“What part of no are you having problems understanding?” Tinder plopped into a chair, ruffling her short platinum spikes. “I’m not shooting some damned farmers because some asshole hardholder decides he wants their farms.” She pulled the stopper from the bottle of rotgut with her teeth, pouring a healthy slug into two glasses and sliding… Continue reading The Job
