Krista Walsh, Fantasy Author

(September 29, 2026)

Pasta or sandwiches.

Pasta.... 

Or sandwiches.

Caesar stood staring in their fridge, trying to figure out what to pull out for dinner. It had to be something quick, but also had to fill them up for the rest of the night. In an hour they were heading out for an appointment and wouldn't be home until...

Well, they might not make it home at all, but Caesar couldn't afford to dwell on that.

Better to stay focused. One step at a time. 

They reached for the sandwich meat and lettuce as the slightly healthier option. After all, there was always the possibility they'd survive.