A cry for help.
Broadmoor. Brother I need your help, how was I to know the guy had a thin skull. I saw the watch he was wearing and believed that it was mine. I hit him hard, and he fell, then they say…
A Tainted Lady Smiles.
A plain beauty, tall, observant, a woman that you might wish to meet. I looked her way, a smile passed, the coffee was good, the conversation too. A brief meeting, the impact long. The fracture deep. Turning her from life.…
Jack in the Box
I suppose that I should start at the beginning, but the events of late 1915 have dominated my life. I still see his face- that blank mask- so far away- yet sharply focused by the optics of my binoculars. A…