Tag: Regan

Poe was waiting outside the smithy door when they arrived. He gave Marie an impulsive hug. "You okay?" She nodded, trying to get the emotions that had welled up under control again. "Do you want me to go rough him up a bit?" She couldn't help but smile at that. Poe was half his size,… Continue reading Papa? Part 4 →

Once they had left, Regan turned to Poe. He eyed him for a moment. "Hit me."  Poe looked startled and confused. "Why would I do that?" Regan shrugged. "You look like you need to hit someone and you won't hurt me."  Poe thought about it for a moment. "You're sure?" Regan gave him a mocking… Continue reading Papa? Part 3 →

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 →

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 →