Fractured DS History #6
Date: 3/5/98
From: ROBINV

Victoria Winters gazed fearfully at the scaffold, the hangman's noose, and felt a sense of hopelessness. Sure, she might or might not see Peter Bradford again, but once that rose tightened around her throat, her airway would be blocked and she would suffocate. The best she could hope for was to meet him in the afterlife, and THAT sure didn't sound like it would be any fun!

Perhaps. . .perhaps there was hope, just a little chance, for her to survive? Maybe she would be magically whisked back to 1968 just in time, before the noose throttled the life out of her?

Vicki was led up the steps to the scaffold. The rope was placed around her throat, a horrible hemp necklace. The executioner asked if she wanted a mask. Hell, she didn't want her blackened face to be showing when it was all over, so she nodded. A foul-smelling bag was placed over her head.

It was over in a second. When they pulled down the limp body of the young woman, Victoria Winters' dead face was revealed.

In 1968, Phyllis Wicke sat in a chair at the table in Collinwood's drawing room and glanced at the Collins family and their assembled friends with awe. "GREAT clothes!" she said. "Where can I get some? You know, I think I'm really going to love it here!"

Love, RobinV