Spitfire Chapter 10

Cold Shoulder ~ “What have you done, Barbara?” “Nice to see you, too,” I said.  “No Hello, no Has it been two years already?” “I won’t hear a word of that, Barbara.  I have nothing to say until you tell me.  Why are you in prison?” I swept my eyes around, seeking an escape from … More Spitfire Chapter 10

Spitfire Chapter 9

Heat Coming Down ~   “Why the fuck didn’t you lawyer up?” Dick said.  “C’mon, Barb.  Don’t ever say a thing to the police without a lawyer.  Don’t even breathe too loud without a lawyer.” I stood still, watching Dick pace across his hotel room.  “I didn’t need one,” I said. “Yes you did,” Dick … More Spitfire Chapter 9

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

Spitfire Chapter 6

Tender Loving Care ~ Something was beeping.  For a moment I’d thought someone was torturing a squirrel next to my ear, but I figured it was probably beeping.  I opened my eyes and immediately closed them.  Sun.  Or something else too bright.  No, it was a ceiling, glaring down at me like I’d done something … More Spitfire Chapter 6

Spitfire Chapter 5

Overheating ~ I started carrying the gun around a lot more.  When I got out of the shower, I had it in the pocket of my robe.  When I slept, it was hidden under the covers.  On the second day afterward, someone knocked on my apartment door, someone with the wrong address.  I had the … More Spitfire Chapter 5

Spitfire Chapter 4

It Can’t Be Love ~ “You wanna tell me that again?” Dick said. I stared down at my boss, trying not to blink.  Instead of a desk, Dick was seated on the bed of his hotel room, but our casual setting did nothing to calm either of us.  “Let me rephrase that,” Dick said.  “Tell … More Spitfire Chapter 4

Spitfire Chapter 3

Slow Burn ~ Watching a house in broad daylight was probably the most boring thing I’d ever done—and I knew boring; I’d been in the Navy.  It was a nice house, certainly better than the apartment where I grew up, but mired in ritzy suburbia where the most exciting development was Jehovah’s Witnesses at the … More Spitfire Chapter 3