Death’s Bride – Part 13

The women’s parlor was a seldom used room in the manor. It was an over-sized room with heavy furniture and curtains embroidered with flowers. The room’s size dwarfed the two occupants. Mademoiselle Renee was a rail of a woman with heavily rouged cheeks and a perpetual frown. She clicked her tongue against the roof of…

Death’s Bride – Part 12

Jessica motioned over to an unlit campfire. It was just a pile of wood stacked neatly waiting to burn away after dark. Myla started at the wood to avoid looking around Jessica’s campsite. “Might as well sit down Darlin’, the truth can bite you sitting or standing.” Jessica thought as she pointed at a chair…