Patrick Mourin
Stories (2/0)
The Crucible of Fire and Steel
My Darling Wife, I apologize for not writing or telephoning for several weeks now. We were given strict orders not to communicate with the outside world for fear of Nazi spies. I hope that by the time you receive this letter, another one is shortly to follow, informing you that I have lived through the initial invasion of mainland Europe. We do not know what awaits us on Mainland Europe, but General Eisenhower is certain of victory.
By Patrick Mourin3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Key
I woke up to the sounds of my wife coughing up a storm. “Jesus Christ, Ashlee!” I said in my raspy, dry voice. “I’m sorry! But my asthma has been acting up for days now, and I ran out of the last inhaler we managed to find a few months ago.” She replied while covering her mouth to keep her coughing from disturbing me further.
By Patrick Mourin3 years ago in Fiction