Reaching Back

Nathan stared at the antiques lining the driveway and sighed. ‘Not a force on Earth can sway that woman’s plans,’ Eddie had warned.

The captain gazed at the house and grudgingly admitted that Sydney had out-done herself. Gas lamps lit the paved paths leading to the mansion where the windows and the doors stood open to the summer breeze. Laughter and cheerful music drifted in and out of his senses. Instead of the private dinner he had requested, Sydney had instead invited them to her gala.

“Cap.” Vic gaped at the vehicle behind them. “Is that a 1949 Buick Special?”


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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