Life Stories and Adventures in Writing
Copyright 2017 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
The fresh night air in the neighborhood pressed against Brian’s face. The muffled noise of police radios and men murmuring from the direction of the Murder Building caught his attention. “God, what else can be happening at that building? Have they found more bodies?” Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 44”
Copyright 2017 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
Jonesy drove pass George too fast and barely missed hitting the white fire hydrant at the turn onto Hyde Street. In the back seat, Special Agent Parker tapped the brim of his fedora and nodded to George as their car sped by. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 43”
Copyright 2017 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
“Com’on, Com’on. Let’s get going here. We’ve got another bloody murder to get to,” Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 42”
Copyright 2017 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
Amy sat at the square kitchen table next to the window. The usual chatter from families all around the central air well had quieted. It was late and they were scared. Looking out into the semi-lit air well Amy counted only three windows open and saw the neighbor across from her shut her window with a snap when she spotted Amy looking her way. A man’s hand pulled the light beige blind down right after. It seems everyone has the sense to be careful except me. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 41”
Copyright 2017 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
“Wake up, Haley. We’re almost there,” said George. He tapped her on the shoulder. “Wake up, Haley.” Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 39”
Copyright 2016 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
Fire Chief Greg Mullin’s red sedan with lights flashing halted with a jerk as he stepped hard on the brakes at Robin’s driveway. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 38”
Copyright 2015, MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
Stunned by Aunt Robin’s cry for help and the telephone call from George, Eric dialed the Chief. “Chief, Robin’s in danger. Meet me outside. You drive.” Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 37”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
“I think I know who that woman might be,” said a voice from the staircase. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 36”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
Deep into the thicket of the Saratoga Hills frogs and crickets sang in harmony by the creek. The soft glow from the remaining embers in the fireplace of Robin’s home created shadows all around the living room. Haley, Jeanne, and Krista had fallen asleep exhausted upstairs in their shared bedroom. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 35”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, San Diego County, California
Alone, after her nephew, Eric, and his friend, Fire Chief Greg Mullins, had gone back to work, Robin stood by the television rubbing her forehead and twisting the channel selector one way, and then the other. “That’s the same stuff you told me this morning,” said Robin to no one but the television. “Well at least there have been no new murders by the Serial Killer,” she added. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 34”
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