Last Summer's Leaf

The leaves at left are a year or so old, found on the pathway of the Vancouver waterfront. They lay strewn about as so many corpses.

Fire, eggnog, spiced rum, murder.

I'm having a grand holiday season.

I even put up lights.

I hope you too are having fun.

Holidays are the time that brings together family. As a murder writer, there is nothing like the holidays to provide inspiration.

Most victims knew their murderer.

Don't let the season pass you by. Kill a character  at a party. There's always that room in the house that is closed off. Put 'em in there.

'Tis the season.