Straight from the Heart ~ White. Ceiling. Hospital. Fuck. I tried to sit up, and the pain was like another bullet in my gut. My chest burned incessantly, from my collar down to my navel. My arm was in a sling, but I couldn’t even feel it, just an arm-shaped field of agony. The rest … More Spitfire Chapter 21
Ablaze ~ I was getting sick of the body armor; it reminded me too much of Navy fatigues, though it also gave me the same sense of power. I felt even more powerful surrounded by big guys I knew, dressed just like me, ready to kick ass together. One last time, I told myself. And … More Spitfire Chapter 20
Second Degree ~ “Speak of the devil,” I said as we backed toward our exit. Clutching the laptop to his chest, James said, “Can it. They don’t know we’re here yet.” The doorknob shook. Another voice, right on the other side of the door, said, “Unlock it.” I made out the sound of keys fumbling, … More Spitfire Chapter 19
Fire and Rain ~ My car drifted through traffic, barely faster than the others around me. I was in no hurry. I didn’t really want to see him anyway. It was August 13th, exactly a month after my birthday, and I hadn’t even noticed until the day after. I told myself it was just one … More Spitfire Chapter 18
I Want to Hold Your Hand ~ Dick’s new hideout was below an apartment building, less of a basement and more of a bunker. As I climbed out of my car, I slipped into my suit jacket and marched up to the shabby brick building ahead. This had been a nice place once before drug … More Spitfire Chapter 17
Make It Bun Dem ~ “You sure about this, Viola?” Dick said. Viola grinned. “I’m sure. You know I’m the best for this.” “I wouldn’t even consider it otherwise,” Dick said. “Okay. Take care, sweetheart.” I watched from my spot against the concrete wall, drumming my fingers on my arm, as Viola and Dick embraced … More Spitfire Chapter 16
Every Breath You Take ~ I awoke, as I had on several mornings recently, in Dick’s bed. Dick and I traded little kisses as we got ready, and he made coffee for both of us while I texted Viola about lunch plans. Dick liked to play music while we ate, and so a gentle symphony … More Spitfire Chapter 15
Hot Blast ~ I was warm all over, even sweating, and I had to peel myself apart from my partner. My eyes wanted to stay shut, and my joints felt like jelly. But what occurred to me above the rest was just how tired, how numb, my tongue was. I cracked my eyes open and … More Spitfire Chapter 14
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Oh! Darling ~ I was a zombie. A shambling ghoul from some old Romero film, dragging about the world doing nothing but killing and eating. And like a zombie, I stared through the open doorway into my apartment without comprehension or purpose, my shoulders limp and a moan building in my throat. But Fumbles came … More Spitfire Chapter 13
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