Katie Sullivan

A picture is worth. . .

D: Who is that in the bubble? A: Not telling. D: It’s supposed to be me, isn’t it? A: Maybe. D: I’m not sure how I feel about this. Hey, wait, why do you look so. . . I don’t know. . . A: Unhinged, crazed, ready to tear out my hair? D: No, thatContinue reading “A picture is worth. . .”

Happy Anniversary

A: Happy Anniversary, D – join me in a toast! D: Pardon? A: We’ve been official for 30 days. D: Official. A: Yup, I even announced it on Facebook, which totally means it’s real. D: A, your abuse of your language continues to hurt my sensibilities. Could you not speak in jargon for a moment,Continue reading “Happy Anniversary”

Bring out your dead

“. . . Good evening to you,” Maureen began, her voice ringing out in the stone church, cool and authoritative. Grania had taught her well. “I trust you are well. Was that you in the graveyard?” It took a few seconds for the newcomer – his dim outline all that they could see of himContinue reading “Bring out your dead”

Storm warning

. . . Sean put his hand out, staying Maureen when she made to rise, whether it was to flee or face the noise, he wasn’t sure. Maureen grabbed his arm and jerked her head towards the altar. Behind it, he knew, was the sacristy where Father Rathborne and Sean’s fellow servers prepared for theContinue reading “Storm warning”

It’s all in your head

“. . .You’re sure it’s tonight?” “Aye. I’ve counted the nights, Maureen. It’s tonight.” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re in port, then.” Maureen looked at Sean and mustered a grin. She didn’t feel really glad. In fact, she had argued with the Dubh in the letter on countless occasions, citing this reasonContinue reading “It’s all in your head”

The bunnies made me do it

A: I think I should go outside and write. D: No. Bad idea. I think you should stay inside. A: But it’s spring, D. The flowers are blooming, despite the fact that it was snowing just the other day, and the birds are chirping, and the bunnies . . . D: Which is precisely whyContinue reading “The bunnies made me do it”

The importance of blending in

“. . . My lady,” Dubhal intoned. Sean could hear the respect for their captain in his voice. “Master Dubhal,” Grania returned. She turned her attention to Sean. “I’m sorry, Sean, Maureen was not on either ship. Both had been abandoned by the time we reached them, anyway – all vital crew had been evacuatedContinue reading “The importance of blending in”

Monday’s child

Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.Continue reading “Monday’s child”

Once more into the breach

D: A, you know, you really ought not to dance. A: I know. Two very confused left feet – I can’t help it, D. I’m excited! D: I can see that. You’re looking for me to ask why, I take it? A: It would help. I’d stop dancing if you did. D: Fair enough –Continue reading “Once more into the breach”

A traitor’s fate

. . . Galen had not accompanied Liam and Dubhal, and Sean wasn’t sure he wanted to know what had happened to the traitorous weasel. Liam would only say that the lad had served his purpose. . . D: Did we kill him? A: What?! Who? D: Galen, the traitorous weasel (As an aside,Continue reading “A traitor’s fate”