“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.”
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.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Trifecta
This weekend's challenge: Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill.
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