The Blur in the Corner of Your Eye

A writing retreat for a mystery writer requires isolation, and maybe a neighbor or two that no one will report missing.

  • Excerpt

    Her throat felt scratchy, her chest sore like she’d been coughing, and the floorboards shot cold through her socks as she padded into the kitchen. Shar had left the coffee and filters next to the coffee machine, so she didn’t have to search for anything before she’d had coffee.