A Closet Door

The beginning of a story that I actually do plan on working on, perhaps later this year.  Lisa’s radiant red hair burst into flaming curls, billowing in the wind as the sun hit the sandy shore. What a prize he had, better than he deserved, perhaps some might say. Let them. She enjoyed his company […]

The Dipping Bowls–an Old Fashioned Murder Mystery

Well, it isn’t a story yet, but it could be. Needs lots of work yet. It’s so odd how the topical phrases wind up in the writing folder on the computer. This one, as so many, comes from my wife. She noted in passing after setting the plates on the table one evening that she […]