Spitfire Chapter 8

Stop!  In the Name of Love ~ My truck had started making this unnerving rattle whenever I braked.  I sat at a red light, puzzling over the clatter coming from God knows where, trying to decide whether the noise was worth spending money for repairs.  The brakes worked just fine.  I had no “check engine” … More Spitfire Chapter 8

Spitfire Chapter 7

Wildfire ~ My trench coat was clinging to my middle—belted too tight, though I had no room to adjust it—and my boots were new and still stiff.  My helmet was too large, and my breath hissed through the mask.  I held a rifle in my hands for the first in a long time, some Heckler … More Spitfire Chapter 7