Vignette: The Mystery Writer

Fred lifted the manuscript from the desk and leaned back in his chair. Ginger usually made him wait until her work was published before allowing him to read it. With a slight tremble of excitement he now held the first chapters of “Mort de Plume,” her work in progress. Fidgeting absent-mindedly with his Montblanc Meisterstück Solitaire Doué — a habit that Ginger detested — he turned to page one and began reading.

Some minutes later Ginger crossed the small office. She kissed the top of Fred’s head and stood behind him as he finished the last few pages.

“Well?” she asked with apparent nervousness.

“Well,” Fred took a deep breath, considering his words carefully. “Your style is as sharp as ever. But… this is a little different. You always kill someone in the first chapter. Always.”

“That’s right,” Ginger replied as she grabbed his pen and plunged it deep into his neck.

[Note: Learn more about Fred and Ginger here. ~Tim 6 Dec 2009]

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