Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Last Chance...


Kindle Deal of the month

Lethal in Old Lace for $1.99


I will not freak out, I will not freak out! I chanted with both eyes closed tight. I finally got the guts to pry one eye open hoping the casket had a light inside like a car did. You know how you close the car door and the light stays on for a bit till you get things going and since this was a super-super model coffin why not. 
     But there was no light, not even a glimmer. Black and nothing but black.
     I could hear movement and muted voices. Someone was out there so I wasn’t alone, I reassured myself. Hey, I wasn’t under dirt, no tombstone on top, I was in an office, remember. Breathe, just breatheTry diversion, think of how nice and comfy the silk was, how the pillow held my head so it didn’t flop around like a dead fish, and something was ringing? My ears? Oh, right, my phone! And it was loud! I wiggled my hand into my purse and maneuvered the flip phone to my ear, “Hello,” I whispered.
     “Reagan,” came Boone’s voice. “Why are you whispering? Where are you?”
     See, this is one of the reasons I never wanted a phone...anyone could get me anytime! “I’m in coffin. So, how’s your day going?”

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