One of our members will soon be publishing this short story. Please stop by and pick up a copy.
…… Standing over detective Bill Smythe’s shoulder Florence began to read his notes. “They’re like reading chicken scratches,” she harrumphed . “Imagine a grown man whose handwriting is worse than a second graders.”
Slowly as she studied the page she began to see similarities and discerned his letter styling…
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