THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part One]

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part One]

Miriam Baxter lived life on the periphery, or so she told anyone who might ask. Really, she lived at 55 Snowflake Drive in a skinny building wedged between tall pines and a railway, and made from ten little apartments neatly stuffed inside a dark brick frame. With prim type –

THE WHISPERS OF WHEAT

THE WHISPERS OF WHEAT

“I wake up every morning and say to myself, ‘Son of a bitch, I’m still alive.'” It was the farmer, John Dittlesby, who said this between falsetto snivels of his wicker rocking chair. Before that he sat in silence, staring at an upturned floorboard on the porch that wrapped a¬†dilapidated

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