I'm in Michigan so do not have beautiful clam pictures on my phone
However, I love clams in the first cool of fall. Love them.
It's fall here. I can't help thinking of how the leaves gently cover a body in the woods. I've never understood the "hunter finds body" story very well. I suspect that many of the bodies are found in early fall when hunters are scouting. When the leaves are down, finding the remains would be much harder.
I've a story where I want the body to just emerge with little cause. I want its discovery to be the problem in the little community. I'm not interested in the "who done it" part or the forensic bits. I'm more interested in how a body in a small community can - if prepped right - precipitate mistrust and accusation.
I'm thinking of a story where the act of killing causes permutations far more meaningful to the characters than the actual murder.
I hope you're writing Tonight, I hope you're writing about clams.
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