Last Wool And Testament: A Haunted Yarn Shop Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
The sky was blue and high, with a flotilla of cartoony clouds sailing by. Freed from my meeting at the bank, I stopped on the brick sidewalk for a moment, absorbing the laid-back bustle of downtown. The sun felt good on my cold hands. I held them out palms up, then turned them over like toast to warm their backs as well. It was the sort of morning that could be improved only if it smelled of lilacs or cut grass or the savory and sweet scents of Mel’s around the corner on Main Street.Unfortunately, a rust-spotted green pickup stood idling at the curb in front of me, polluting the air with its exhaust. I went and stood next to the open passenger window and coughed dramatically for the driver’s benefit. But the guy behind the wheel was oblivious to everything except the music pumping directly into his bloodstream through his earbuds.“Moron.” Oops. More slander. But only very quiet. I looked around, not quite guiltily. There wasn’t anyone near enough to hear or care, though, other than the driver, and he was still plugged in.
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