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Our reason for creating WWK originated as an outlet for our love of reading and writing mystery fiction. We hope you love it, too, and will enjoy our holiday gifts to our readers with original short stories to celebrate the season. Starting on 11/16 stories by Warren Bull, Margaret S. Hamilton, Paula Gail Benson, Linda Rodriguez, KM Rockwood, Gloria Alden, and E. B. Davis will appear every Thursday into the New Year.

Our November Author Interviews: 11/8--Ellen Byron, and 11/15--Sujata Massey. Please join us in welcoming these authors to WWK.

November Saturday Bloggers: 11/4 Margaret S. Hamilton and 11/11 Cheryl Hollon.

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.

In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017 and "Turkey Underfoot," just published, will appear in the anthology The Killer Wore Cranberry: a Fifth Course of Chaos.

James M. Jackson's 4th book in the Seamus McCree series, Doubtful Relations, is now available. His novella "Low Tide at Tybee" appears February 7 as part of Lowcountry Crimes: Four Novellas, which is available for order.


Monday, March 7, 2011

Coming Upon--Situations

Happy hour had arrived. Friends and I decided to walk to our neighborhood sound beach, a place where we enjoy the close of the day while pondering current events, family matters, and other topics of interest. We are accustomed to taking drinks and our chairs with us. However, that day, because the wind was strong, we decided to postpone happy hour until after our walk, leaving our libations and comforts at home. I make note of this so that you know strong drink, critical speculation, malicious gossip nor soft seating influenced us.

The winter storms had driven pillows of now drying sea grass on the beach, in some places several feet high. Its spongy thickness softened our footfalls as we walked slowly to the shoreline. At our backs, the wind gusted from due east. We pondered if the wind’s direction had driven the seagulls to find shelter on the sound rather than their usual ocean beach habitat. Their presence would have interfered in our enjoyment of happy hour had we not decided to postpone. Sea birds have a nasty habit of opening their canned food by grasping tasty bivalve scallops in their beaks, flying to great heights, and then dropping them like bombs on the beach. Gravity makes can opening efficient, but also creates hazards for unsuspecting humans.

I stepped judiciously through the broken scallop shells enjoying the sound view, but glanced inland to the marsh and was startled to see a flat-bottomed boat buried under the sea grass mounds on the beach. As we had walked down the declining beach, its presence had been completely obscured. From the shoreline, we could see that the boat, a type normally used in the sound’s shallow waters, was approximately eighteen feet long and its Japanese outboard motor was still attached. A small boat, its total depth was around four feet. Startled by its presence and our curiosity whetted, we all approached. Inside, the bench seats were still intact. Although sea grass filled the interior, we saw the steering wheel sticking up and a flotation devise’s blue color visible in the sea grass layers.

We stared at the boat pondering its presence. I tried to imagine, as I’m sure my friends did as well, the circumstances of how it had beached, filled with sea grass and had become buried on the beach. Who would leave a boat, motor attached, to the elements when even a small boat such as this cost about ten thousand dollars? And then, a metal object lying on the port railing glimmered in the last rays of the day’s sun. In mass, we moved closer and saw—handcuffs, only one half remaining with two links of chain intact.

Adjourning to the house for libations, we speculated on the half pair of handcuffs, what their presence might mean, and if the boat and the handcuffs were connected in story. We did not go back with shovels to find a body on the floor of the boat covered with sea grass. Our fiction will suffice and if there is a body, someone else will find it. We will scan the headlines to see if reality matches our imaginations, knowing that even if our reticence left a mystery, we left the scene untouched.


Polly said...

I would have had to check. Too spooky. But what a story you could make out of it.

E. B. Davis said...

Our thoughts were more of someone getting away from the law by using the boat, with help from someone to supply the boat and break the handcuffs. If a body was under all that sea grass, we thought that the authorities would be a better choice since we would only contaminate the site. Besides, who wants to uncover a body? Happy hour would never have been the same, Polly!

Pauline Alldred said...

Did you call the police? I never heard of police transporting a prisoner by boat although I'm sure it could happen. What if it was some strange S and M ritual? Story possibilities abound.

Warren Bull said...

I was wondering where I left that.

E. B. Davis said...

LOL, Warren. Yes, we had considered that the boat and handcuffs might not actually have the same story. If people unknown were using the beach for S & M trysts, as suggested by Pauline, and used the boat as furniture, then a different story might emerge from the scenario.

Or, if a prisoner had escaped the mainland using the boat and then a friend helped get rid of the handcuffs, another storyline advances. No body may have existed. We have no need to involve the authorities embarrassing ourselves with too much imagination!

Gail Baugniet said...

Your story is so well-written, I became totally engrossed. It's sort of a "Bourne" beginning, espionage adventures to follow...

morganalyx said...

How cool, EB! Such a great impetus for a story.

Thanks for sharing.

E. B. Davis said...

Gail and Morganalyx-glad you liked my story. It's a true one that happened just last week. This is one time that what happened at the beach didn't stay at the beach. But just this once!

Kaye George said...

I'll agree that I would, in real life, have had to at least tell someone. I would be too chicken, in real life, to uncover whatever was in the bottom of the boat.

But tell us what happens! I'm hanging here....