Somme Sketcher

*Part one of a duet.No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet.I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game.She may have won my...

Part two of a duetMy world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match.Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise.My gentlemanly façade is nothing but a memory.My sins are seeping through my shirt...