Life Stories and Adventures in Writing
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”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
George made two right turns and found Mattie, Jeanne, and Krista waiting for them in front of the Wooden Horse Toy Store, Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 31”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
Stetson fired his gun and the sound of it echoed across the park. If anyone had heard or spotted the tiny flash, it would have been hard to see the two men fighting at the far end of the pier as they were on the dead end side of the round house. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 29”
