Wild Bill Hickok had aces and eights in his hand when murdered. Tage Olsin had this fine photo up his sleeve over on wikicommons which he allows us to use for just the price of attribution.
Thanks, Tage.
I've got a story that won't hunt. I wish I had such a great name as "dead man's hand" for such a tale. I cannot get the plot pieces to wind in any way I find interesting enough to flush out.
Off I go - to other projects.
Sad, really. I've got a fine opening scene but from there it just labors, drowns, and eventually washes up a on the sandbank like an overused cliche.
No harm. I didn't love the characters and there you have it. To spend even the couple weeks it takes form me to finish a short, I have to love the characters.
So, off on other murders. These killings, I like. The killers? I love.
They're the sort of folks you know. You might have been at their house for a holiday party.
Don't look in the closet.
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