by Ash Czarnota The town square was buzzing with the titillate murmurs of all of Evening Shire gathered before Shaun. It was a beautiful day, but Shaun was being cooked by the high noon sun beating on the crown of his head. He looked toward Fiona who gave an...
by Ash Czarnota “Gavin! Oi, Gavin!” Shaun flagged down the boyish Vicar Gavin Evans from the street. Gavin was sitting on a nearby bench writing feverishly in a wooden bound journal. He looked up at Shaun, his stream of consciousness clearly broken but the boy didn’t...
by Ash Czarnota Shaun left Colin’s shop and made a b-line for the St. George pub. As much as he hated to admit it, the logic of the matter did indeed add up. The St. George had fallen on a rough patch as of late and Mandy was not a cheap date by any stretch of the...
by Ruth Hymel and Ash Czarnota Shaun felt very awkward. Sometimes when he felt uncomfortable his nose itched. It was itching him badly now. A fierce monologue was playing out in his head: It’s only fair to ask Colin about the necklace. Of course he didn’t steal it,...
by Ruth Hymel Shaun tapped his notebook thoughtfully with a felt-tipped pen. The pages were marked with his scribbled notes. Over the past month since his wife dubbed him amateur detective extraordinaire, he’d spent his free time interviewing the good citizens...
by Ruth Hymel The room was abuzz with female voices. Above the clatter of tea cups and the clicking of needles, a constant murmur created such a din that it seemed everyone was speaking at once and to no one in particular. Sitting a little removed, Jayne perched on...
