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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
Matilda stared back for a while. The clock on the wall to their right ticked away the seconds. The murmur of the few other customers who occupied the teahouse faded into the background. Finally, Matilda giggled, withdrawing her gaze. “I’m sorry. It’s so odd, but it feels like I know you better than could be…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
On a late summer day, Helen walked through downtown Hurston. She sent a telegram to her aunt and uncle in Pennsylvania, updating them on her mother’s health. Her mother hadn’t been well even since coming down with a severe case of pneumonia back in the winter. She spent most of her time lying down these…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
Her mother was outside feeding the chickens and collecting eggs. She came in with a handful and set them on the table. “Good, you’re up.” “Good morning, Mother.” How did you sleep? Did you hear it last night? How can you sleep knowing that? She glared at her mother’s back, willing her to understand or express…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
“What are they?” Helen stared at the strange cookies in front of her on the table. “I found them when I went into town to get some groceries. They’re called animal crackers.” Helen’s mother kissed her daughter’s cheek and took the bag of groceries to the table next to the sink. Helen picked up the…
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Remembering Grandpa by Creating Him
We stood in the basement of my grandma’s old house, the place I visited every Sunday afternoon as a child. I was now an adult. While I knew she had passed away years ago, as had the man with me, the moment felt so real. The security of his arms around me, the steady rise…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
Cassie walked up her street to the familiar sounds of kids playing. She gazed down at her hands and smiled. They were her hands, not some strange man’s. She was herself again. All those imaginings of being trapped in someone else’s body were just a nightmare. This was real. She skipped with renewed vigor, then…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
“Make your phone call,” said a balding cop. Cassie stared down at her manly hands, the orange sleeve of her prison uniform brushing against the hair that extended just beyond it. Even her knuckles were hairy. “Well, what are you waiting for? If you’re just gonna waste my time, I can find better ways to…