Last Meal

Clearing up some of the tragic details.


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Trixie’s reason for spurning Sir Ian McKellan was simple. They were never meant to be together. She knew he had taken it hard, but this was a little extreme. There he was, flying directly at her in a Sopwith Camel, his machine gun tearing into her zeppelin as she struggled to maintain control.

The blast that followed left her momentarily unconscious, but she recovered and headed into the passengers’ cabin. With whiskers as guidance, Trixie made her way through the smoke-filled gondola of the zeppelin, heading for the galley. If she was going down with the ship, there was no way she would allow all those tins of her favorite food to go to waste.

The blast and inferno overhead had sent the gondola spiraling down, making the trip from the pilothouse to the galley arduous. She padded her way over and around passengers lying prone on the…

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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