Of Roses and Winds, chapter 1
Dust and soot swirled around in a dance through the wastes. The wind blew harder and faster as shadows began to deepen, shapes arising from the mists of forgotten days. Cold hands emerged reaching for the wombat who found herself alone. They took hold...
Ten Grand
She rode into town in the middle of the pouring rain. Water dripped from her oiled leather coat, mud specked her heeled boots, and mist seemed to cloud her eyes as those green orbs took in the photo in her paw. She memorised the face, the body in it...