Visions of You

TRIGGER WARNING: Descriptions of DEATH, VIOLENCE, and RACISM. Please read at your discretion.

[Faye]

The drive south is quiet. I can hear the sound of the cars moving past, and the growing sound of the waves on the ocean. My eyelids feel heavy. I yawn and…

[England, 1595]

…I hear music and can smell roast boar. There is singing and laughter around an open flame. I look down and see a slim dress of simply woven cotton, onion-dyed a faded yellow, and hand embroidered along the borders with roses and bluebells--a symbol of my position as one of the Queen’s Ladies. My stays