Date:         Tue, 16 Dec 1997 23:54:29 -0500
From: Kat Reinholz <katroy@NH.ULTRANET.COM>
Subject:      INT: Strawberry's Bed and Breakfast

The place looked deserted from the outside.  A rambling Victorian
mansion, windows on the bottom floor were boarded up, to protect the
house from vandals most likely.
    Chelsea reigned in her horse, and carefully dismounted.  She tied
the reigns to the post of the porch, hoping the wood wasn't rotted, and
that her only source of transport wouldn't bolt.
    Carefully the short blonde walked up the creaking steps to the front
door.  Using the corner of her t-shirt, Chelsea wiped the grime away
from the oval window and peered inside.  Cobwebs festooned the entryway,
and the house emitted an air of disuse and loneliness.
    Curiosity semi-sated, the petite woman turned to leave.  A flash of
light tickled at the corner of her eye.  Chelsea resumed her position at
the door, and lying on the floor - which she would have sworn was
covered with dust and nothing more - was  a silver brooch.

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Kat Reinholz
katroy@nh.ultranet.com