Inktober52 2023: Scratch

I wake to shouting outside my window. Throwing off the covers, I jump out of bed and grab a pair of Jack’s old breeches. I pull them on, stuffing the edge of my nightgown inside before buttoning them up. There isn’t time to grab a shirt. Whatever is happening outside, I’m already missing out. I … Continue reading Inktober52 2023: Scratch