Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

The dawn that cost a man his life.

They were waiting to attack.

Maybe I should kiss him

An old ship sits alone upon the high seas. A single black flag adorning it’s tall masts. It marks time, it’s purpose remains unclear.

The stairs to Heaven

As light fades truth is revealed

The sky was darkening

A deathly cold night

The story I’m about to tell you took place over a few months in the autumn/winter of 2018/19. This first part is suitable for all but as the story continues, it will be 18+ rated.

Looking out over Paris