The Mission

She walked softly toward the small low fire, the heavily falling snow hissing as it hit the flames. This was a surrender, a capitulation of her mission. She had been looking for him for days, and following him silently through the dense woods and ever worsening weather since early morning, hoping she was still hidden,…

The Book of My Life

Wicked Wednesday Prompt: Use a title of a song as your prompt and title of your piece. The Book of My Life- Sting   For the past week or so, I have been thinking about making a post that is more “blog like” and personal than one of my usual stories. (Though I’n not sure…