“Welcome to Peacock Perch.” The sales lady said to Santa and Mrs. Claus. “Here are the keys to your new home.” When the sales lady left, Santa and Mrs. Claus looked around their new home and each other. “This is gonna be an adjustment,” Santa said, uncertain. Clad in a red collared Hawaiian shirt withContinue reading “Florida Santa”
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The Gamble
It was as if they were statues all standing still… no one talking or laughing, just holding up their cards and sizing each other up. It was the tensest poker game of her life. Inside she was sweating bullets. For most of the game, luck was not her lady and the cards favored others. StaringContinue reading “The Gamble”
Attention to Detail
To Carolyn, being single was both a gift and a burden. She hated sharing absolutely every space 24/7, feeling suffocated and trapped, but she liked having someone to cheer good days and help cry in her wine on bad ones. And while she enjoyed the freedom of not having to constantly compromise, she missed someoneContinue reading “Attention to Detail”
Sixth Stage
Eve sat alone looking around her empty house. It was deafeningly quiet. In the year since her husband died, it had been a whirlwind of must dos. She went through every stage they say and busily performed all the never-ending diligence tasks to punctuate the paperwork end of someone’s life. Now she confronted the last stage—toContinue reading “Sixth Stage”
NEW RELEASE! PUZZLE AT PEACOCK PERCH Secret Senior Sleuths Society Mysteries Book 1
Why have one detective when you can have a whole secret society? This group of seniors is making time amid their bridge and mahjong tournaments, bingo games, arts and crafts, and tennis and pickle ball matches to solve mysteries together in their community. They put all the knowledge from their former occupations to work togetherContinue reading “NEW RELEASE! PUZZLE AT PEACOCK PERCH Secret Senior Sleuths Society Mysteries Book 1”
The Question
Looking through the glass window, Cathy paced on the floor, sat down and tapped her pencil on the table waiting. Tap. Tap. Tap. “This is taking forever,” she complained, got up and looked through the window again. “What are they waiting for – divine inspiration,” she barked and sat down again, tapping her pencil. Tap.Continue reading “The Question”
SUZANNE RUDD HAMILTON 