Category 52 S | Prompt 50 | Week 50: Dry

3 November 1923 – 7am I emptied the cup, the cold mouthful of tea stirring me. At that moment, I want to spit it across the floor, but made myself swallow, milky thick and bitter tannins on my tongue. And…...

Michael had been thrilled with Aisling’s news. Their news. He was quiet first, sat with the eyes wide open and stared at the blue lines on the pregnancy kit. A father. Him! He hugged and held her tighter than he…...

We wandered through the tunnels but by now, the feeling of dread and anxiety was gone. We’ve gotten used to the tunnels of the catacombs and even without relying on the red book too much, we found the cavern we…...