Twenty authors from across Canada will chill you, entertain you or plain blow you away in this eclectic fictional brew.
Whether it's the boom of drums, the cacophony of a train wreck, or, as in my short story "Cobwebs," the crack of an old woman's cane, death is always on the proverbial doorstep and these gentle ladies are pleased to welcome him in. Tea and terror never tasted so good :-)
Excerpt
COBWEBS
Brookfield is a lovely place, downright charming if you go in for that ‘old folks come with wheels’ environment. I do not. I would prefer to use the same pair of legs the good Lord gave me, though lately I’m afraid the bones have exceeded their best before date. Spongy is the best way to describe them, like walking on stilts made of angel food cake. The skin down there, too, has changed, become curiously patterned with cobwebs the colour of ink stains. Sometimes at night, when it’s dark, and still, and that confounded tingling starts, I take comfort in the thought that it’s only the Daddy Long Legs from the corner above my bed, come down to weave blue silk across my shins. It’s better than being alone.
In June, 2000, two college students — Amy Shute and Jason Burgeson — were approached by a group of men. Forced into the backseat and driven to a remote location, they were murdered in cold blood.
Following this brutal double homicide, Johnston, RI D
