Into the Sunset in 155
by Alisia D. Crede

Author's notes in chapter one.

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Kentucky Fried

Nora's hoop skirt blew gently back in forth in the wind as she set out on the Fourth of July. Despite the oppressive heat, she was decked out in full Civil War-era regalia, from the heavy skirts to the long-sleeved jacket.

She ignored the stares of passers-by as she trotted briskly down the sidewalk, her hoop skirt brushing between pedestrians, just as she ignored the thunderclouds rumbling overhead. When she reached Riverside Park, where the Civil War Ladies were to meet, disaster struck.

At the top of the steps a huge gust of wind swooped around her and, using her skirts as a balloon, picked up Nora and deposited her upside-down in a tree, hanging by her metal hoops.

The storm chose that precise moment to break, starting with a bolt of lightning that headed straight for Riverside Park's new lightning rod—Nora's hoops.
And so ended her brief reign of utter lack of terror.



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Note from "Alisia" ...

jael: "Ding-dong, the DA's dead, the DA's dead, the DA's dead! Ding-dong, the useless DA's dead!!!"

Kyl: ::laughs::

jael: Why do I always wind up sounding like a mental incompetent?

Kyl: I dunno. Why do I always have to be the ass part of our horse costume?