MAJOR HILDA PAISLEY THANKED the Specialist-5 who took her forms. As she shouldered her purse, her stomach growled.
“Do I have time to go get lunch,” she asked, peering at the other woman’s name badge, “Sergeant Jenerette?” Continue reading
MILITARY POLICE MAJOR JACK RATHBURN wondered how to keep his head from dropping if he closed his eyes behind his mirrored sunglasses. He had put them on in case his boredom showed. A trickle of sweat ran under his desert utilities as he tried to focus on the conversation at the front of the room. Continue reading
MILITARY POLICE MAJOR JACK RATHBURN wondered how to keep his head from dropping if he closed his eyes behind his mirrored sunglasses. He had put them on in case his boredom showed. A trickle of sweat ran under his desert utilities as he tried to focus on the conversation at the front of the room. Continue reading
[Chapter Four of the novel Emily & Hilda. Free on Smashwords through New Year’s Day. Enjoy!]
“I am so glad you agreed to stay through Christmas,” Linda Rathburn said, as Hilda handed her the angel topper for the Christmas tree. An early snowfall in mid-December had put everyone in a holiday mood. Linda climbed down and reached for her hot apple cider on the table.
“I have to admit, this has been a safer and friendlier place to wait than anywhere else. You and Joe have been wonderful.” Continue reading
MAJOR HILDA PAISLEY THANKED the Specialist-5 who took her forms. As she shouldered her purse, her stomach growled.
“Do I have time to go get lunch,” she asked, peering at the other woman’s name badge, “Sergeant Jenerette?” Continue reading
JT Hine 