D.K. SHEPARD

Though I am terrified to the core, I won’t lie to you, I look forward to the breeze on my face and the chance to stretch my legs beyond the boundaries of this windowless room.

The lounge’s patrons would gawk at the pink birds while flouting prohibition with their cocktails in hand. Then they’d settle into their seats to listen to Lola, the lounge’s songbird.

As the sun set Thomas paused at the door to the bedroom he shared with his brothers. Could he really leave his life behind? Was he being a fool? 

Joanna hadn’t guessed then that Ma’s hands were working on something for her, and now she could only stare in surprised silence at the perfect cloth with its bands of sunshine.

The hooded man stared down at Lord Gregory whose face was smeared with the filth of battle. Then the former prisoner lifted his hood.