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By Deborah Bainbridge
My attention shot toward the screen when a tall, willowy woman wearing an oversized orange sweater stepped into view of the security cameras. She lowered her ukulele as a magnificent bird soared out of sight. I watched the curious woman unlatch and open a small door camouflaged amongst the eucalyptus. My nose crinkled.
Read it nowBy Teddi Deppner
Sarah finishes the story of her grandmother’s encounter with a local mythical.
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That mustache. LOLOLOLOLOLOL
He had no idea what he was getting into when he transferred to Mythington.
From Hercule Poirot to … Hitler?? That’s lovely! Very twisted imagination, Teddi! (Note: that’s a GOOD thing!)
Haha, you noticed the Poirot ‘stache, eh? Good eye, Deborah! :-)
I’ve been an avid Agatha Christie fan since I was about 13! That’s 50 years of Hercule and Miss Marple! LOL