An insatiably curious and ordinary human who enjoys a good rabbit hole and writing.
Sylvia waited, foot tapping against the deck, crumpled telegram scorching her palm. Noises filled the RMS Mauritania—crying infants, heartbreaking gossip, excited chatter. War brides leaving countries of origin, cramped quarters, turbulent Atlantic waters for Canada. For the unknown cost of hasty war-forged unions.
The room plunges into darkness as a tempest drives the rain. Grace shivers by the window, the wind pummeling the pane. She waits for Dennis to light candles. She feels intensely on edge - paralyzed while the curtains shake, and rusted nails turn along the ledge.