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... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Oct 13, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
From the moment I awoke the sun was working its way out, tinting the sky outside my window a wispy lavender. Wilson saw that I was awake and came over to give me a lick on the lips. I tolerated it. Since he is normally so undemonstrative, I don’t mind an...
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