by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 29, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
Hemlock Haven was my mother’s place. She discovered a quiet grove of hemlocks on the southern point of the Tennessee property. The hemlock branches were low and stately and ferns grew in the bed of needles beneath them. My father built my mother a little bench under... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 15, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 11, 2012, Thursday As my writer retreat wears on, I’ve developed a routine. I rise early and take a quick walk around the mountain ridge with my dog Wilson. And then return to the cabin to let the morning mists dissipate. (In the mists, all stumps look like... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 1, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
Mid-morning. I’ve been in my writing retreat now for a week, plotting my novel, dreaming my characters, imagining murders and mystery. Unexpectedly, I’ve become embroiled in a mystery of my own, terrified of the bear sightings my neighbor Earl has recounted to me. I...
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