I'm back. I'm back on fiction and I've got a good story. I think this one has real legs for the novel ; but, the short story is its own beast.
Yes, more than one murder with the same characters in the same setting. Surprise!
You write what you know. I know rural noir of the great plains. Will it work? Works for me.
I'm going to see if the folks over at Needle like this one. Right up their alley.
Anyway, I'm drowning a couple of characters. Do all the characters we kill come back to haunt us in our last moments? If so, I better put my death bed into the Super Dome.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead off stage. I'm just following the Bard's lead.
I'm back. Murder is in the wind. Mind the water. It is deep and cold. Ask Brett and Mark.
I drowned them both.
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Ha! I'm hoping they don't come back to haunt us. By my count, I'm on bodies 41 and 42 with this book. Maybe you and I can share space at the Super Dome.
Drowning is a great method. :)
The local high schools rent Michigan's football stadium -- the Big House -- for prom. Can't be any worse in the Superdome at the end.
This year, the local paper shows some of the boys brought a football. Yep. In formal wear. On the field. Practicing field goals. Girls ... over on the sides ...standing around, ignored. Nothing like a new dress and a boyfriend with a football.
Jack--Ha! Yes, it takes a little while for boys to catch up with girls, maturity-wise, I think. Particularly when a football is available. This is why I married someone slightly older than myself. :)
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