Fractured: A Short Story

By Kathryn Kaleigh

Aubrey knelt in a small rifle pit on a Saturday afternoon, her curiosity answered too late. Not her idea of entertainment.

 

When a Civil War reenactment becomes personal for one of her colleagues, Aubrey finds herself caught up in the middle.

 

Would she be able to solve the depths of what sent one man over the edge?

 

If you like a story filled with danger and suspense, grab your copy of Unbalanced Time by this best-selling author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: KST Publishing
• Release date: Apr 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647912383

Kathryn Kaleigh

Kathryn Kaleigh is a bestselling romance novel and short story writer. Her writing spans from the past to the present from historical time travel fantasy novels to sweet contemporary romances. From her imaginative meet-cutes to her happily-ever-afters, her writing keeps readers coming back for more.

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Chapter 1

April 6, 2019

When I’d agreed to do this, the forecast had been for clear skies.

Instead, dark clouds had gathered and spewed a quick flash of rain before moving on, leaving a mess for the sun to clean up.

Kneeling in a small rifle pit only big enough for two on a Saturday afternoon was not my idea of entertainment. I was soaked. My gray wool cap sat like a soaked cloth on my head. I couldn’t take the cap off – my long hair pinned beneath the cap would fall, and I’d no longer be disguised as a boy. The dirt that had spilled inside my hiking boots had turned to mud with the flash of rain leaving grit between my toes.

The gray wool uniform I wore clung to my skin. Between the wet uniform and the freshly dug dirt that had turned to mud, I smelled like a wet dog.

And if I’d ever wondered what a wet dog felt like, I was pretty sure this was it.

If I sat very still, I could hear horses’ hooves as men traveled around our flank. Their saddles creaked under their weight and there was the occasional clink of a weapon or a metal frying pan.

When I used my sleeve to wipe moisture from my forehead, dirt flaked into my mouth. Instinctively, I sputtered.

My reward was a reproving look from Carter. Actually Dr. Carter Benjamin. He held a finger over his lips to remind me to be as quiet as possible. Carter, too, wore a gray Confederate uniform with a week’s growth of beard.