by Kristy K. James
I had a little bird, and its name was Enza. I opened the window, and in-flew-Enza.
It is a time of innocence. The Women’s Suffrage Movement gains more attention every day. Patriotism is at its peak as the war to end all wars rages an ocean away. On the homefront, life is being lived like a Mark Twain novel - until an unseen enemy, deadlier than any human foe, threatens Mankind’s very existence.