For those of you unfamiliar with Washington, D. C., Georgetown is a little colonial town-within-a-town on the Southwestern edge of the District. Shops line the main thoroughfares of Wisconsin Avenue and “M” Street, which runs parallel to the Potomac River a few blocks to the south. Pricey old town homes built of brick and plank edge the narrow streets. Georgetown University is located on the western perimeter uphill from the shopping areas. I gravitated to this area when in college during the 1970s as did many students. It felt like a safe harbor.
When the SinC Chesapeake Chapter announced the theme of homicidal holidays my thoughts took me to Georgetown during my college years. One morning after it snowed, I went to Georgetown. Having come from Pennsylvania, I had no fear of driving, my car clad in snow tires. I parked on upper Wisconsin Avenue and walked downhill toward the river. No cars traversed the street, and I realized that the snow was pristine. No tire tracks or pedestrian footmarks marred the snow. I stopped walking and gazed down the avenue at the vista below me. No sounds. No people. No exhaust. It seemed as if I were the only living being in the city. The quiet and beautiful scene awed me. I never forgot that instant in time.
Few places evoke Christmas like Georgetown dressed up in its holiday finery. My original idea was a
But, during the 1970s I found, there was no snow on Christmas. Not even close. The snowy day I had found myself alone in Georgetown couldn’t have been in December, but I found a storm in 1979, after I’d graduated, on Presidents’ Day. What could be more Washingtonian than that? Since that storm was the only snow I found occurring on a holiday, I started to research that day and what the headlines focused on during that time. The night of Presidents’ Day during the snowstorm, George Thorogood and the Delaware Destroyers played at an infamous Georgetown Club, The Cellar Door. I put the events together, created an antagonist, and the rest—was murder.
Today is the official launch party for Chesapeake Crimes: Homicidal Holidays, which will be held from noon to 2 p.m. at One More Page Bookstore in Arlington, VA. I'm out of town and am unable to attend, but I hope some of the authors will drop by and tell you about their stories in our "comments" section. If you can't buy the book at your favorite indie store, here's a link for Amazon. It is also available as an electronic publication. I hope you enjoy reading my story, “Compromised Circumstances” along with other wonderful stories in the anthology. Here’s a list of the stories:
THE SHADOW KNOWS, by Barb Goffman
SEEING RED, by Rosemary and Larry Mild
COMPROMISED CIRCUMSTANCES, by E. B. Davis
ST. PATRICK’S DAY
I WILL SURVIVE, by Shaun Taylor Bevins
TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY
DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES, by Cathy Wiley
PREMONITION, by Art Taylor
DISCO DONNA, by Shari Randall
MONSTER PARTY, by Meg Opperman
SHADOW BOXER, by Carla Coupe
LAST RITES, by Timothy Bentler-Jungr
HOPPY HOLIDAYS, by Linda Lombardi
JASMINE, by Debbi Mack
SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE, by Clyde Linsley
A CHRISTMAS TRIFLE, by Donna Andrews