My newest story in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine is a little more dark than typical for me. Dark, relatively speaking. Unrepentant Sinner is the humorous tale of an Oklahoma granddaughter dealing with her Grammy's surprising secrets.
Excerpt:
The Turnip Junction Community Center looked like an Oklahoma cotton field just before harvest. Puffy crowns of white topped the sun-weathered faces of elderly citizens filling three rows of molded plastic chairs. Toenail clipping day never failed to bring out a crowd.
Grammy surveyed the waiting room. She placed her gnarled hands at the thick waist of her polyester going-to-town muumuu, a shapeless pullover dress covered with daisies.
“Belinda Mae, I told you to drive faster.” Grammy punched my arm, just below the elbow because she’s too stooped over to reach higher. Even so, she still packs a wallop. “Now I’ll be waiting for hours.”
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Excerpt:
The Turnip Junction Community Center looked like an Oklahoma cotton field just before harvest. Puffy crowns of white topped the sun-weathered faces of elderly citizens filling three rows of molded plastic chairs. Toenail clipping day never failed to bring out a crowd.
Grammy surveyed the waiting room. She placed her gnarled hands at the thick waist of her polyester going-to-town muumuu, a shapeless pullover dress covered with daisies.
“Belinda Mae, I told you to drive faster.” Grammy punched my arm, just below the elbow because she’s too stooped over to reach higher. Even so, she still packs a wallop. “Now I’ll be waiting for hours.”
Call your bookstore or newsstand to see if they carry Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, or order online.
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