by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 21, 2022 | Memories
“Okay. Here’s a listing that might work!” The agent pushed a sheet of paper across the desk to me. “The landlord specifically says he wants to rent to foreigners.” That was refreshing news. My husband, Dennis, and I had been in Tokyo for nearly a week now, trying to... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Nov 24, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 28—Sunday I’ve drained the pipes—mostly—and packed the car—mostly. All I have left are the personal things I’ll need for the evening, food, my laptop, and a few odds and ends. I decided to put Wilson’s bed in the car already. I’m glad I did because it’s...
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