These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
This weekend's challenge: Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill.
“I love high, sturdy ceiling beams,” he said appreciatively,
knotting the bedsheet under her chin. “Don’t worry, you won’t leave a big mess
behind. It will look like a simple suicide by hanging.”
