Because my nephew in Iowa is bugging me about Night of the Living Celery, the story I'm writing, I'm going to post a teaser. Below you will find the rough draft of the first paragraph or two. Hope you enjoy it. I will be releasing the entire murder mystery as a serial in the near future. You'll get a chapter at a time over several weeks...or days. Depends on how impatient my nephew gets and how often he bugs me on Skype.
So here's the teaser...
Something was eating at Herb as he sat watching reruns of the Brady Bunch. A crime wave was sweeping Garden City, the likes of which no one living could recall. Of course, biennial vegetables don’t have much of a collective memory, so that wasn't saying a lot. There’d been a string of choppings, one celery salt and battery and numerous reports of stalking.
Folks, were terrified. They ventured out only when absolutely necessary and only in bunches during daylight hours. They had stalked up on essentials and barricaded themselves in their homes. Worse, citizens were stalkpiling weapons – potato guns, carrot sticks, ginsu knives. Herb knew he had to stem the tide or the whole town would stalk off and find themselves a new chief of police. Already the mayor was screaming, ready to bite his head off and the rank-and-file at the station were ribbing him at every briefing. The "stalk holder," as they called their jail, was full of petty thieves and hot bed hussies, a seedy bunch to be sure, but incapable of the vicious murders and the single attack.
That's all folks...for now. And yes, the misspellings are done on purpose.
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