Feb 18, 2016 | A Day In My Life
“Thanks for giving me a ride, guys,” said Jenny, jumping into the back of my convertible blue ’67 Impala. Jenny works with me at Carrie Mae. “No prob,” I said, checking traffic and pulling away from the curb. “Did they tell you what was wrong with your car?” asked...
Feb 17, 2016 | A Day In My Life
Death Bogart parked his ten-year-old Jeep Grand Cherokee on the back lot of a hot dog stand that had gone out of business a decade earlier. He looked around ruefully. Even the prettiest little towns seemed to have areas like this–dingy, depressed neighborhoods...
Feb 16, 2016 | A Day In My Life
My name is Ophelia Flax, and there is no ordinary, everyday life for me anymore. Not since the fateful steamship voyage that took me from America to Europe, anyway. Things are peculiar here on the Continent, and folks don’t always stick to the facts . . . especially...
Feb 15, 2016 | A Day In My Life
The Perfect Day It goes without saying that the perfect day doesn’t involve murder. It’s not that it’s happened a lot, but it has been a weird year. First there was the woman who died in Mrs. Earnshaw’s tearoom next door to Auntie Rose’s, and then there was the lady...
Feb 14, 2016 | A Day In My Life
Four days before Valentine’s Day, and my store buzzed with happy customers. Time in a Bottle had originally been a scrapbook store until I purchased the place and expanded our offerings to include other crafts. Now every holiday presented me with another chance to pay...
Feb 13, 2016 | A Day In My Life
Okay, so I’ve been in Ireland for, what, six, seven months now? I got here in March, and then it was kind of a blur for a while when I found out I now owned a pub—Sullivan’s—and a house. I mean, the most I ever owned before was whatever clothes were in my closet. And...
