Category: Historical Fiction

Bloody Mary Day

Suzuki rolled his eyes. His father had always been like this since he was a child, with the exact same mindset he had during his service. Everything that his father considered “American” was banned in the house.

The Stonewall Inn

“A brick?” I squinted my eyes at the orange rectangle that had just made contact with a police officer’s wind shield. “A brick.” I restate, now sure of it. I heard more crashes from the left and from the right of me.

Bewitched

Matthew and Anne stayed huddled in their home, scared of everything going on in the town; some of the people accused were people they knew, people they had liked.