The Locked Room (Cecilia Peartree)
I've become aware recently that there is a fine line between being an independent, fully functional person and becoming someone who is having serious trouble getting mobile again. I can't even write as much as usual, because I'm using a laptop on my lap instead of at a table or desk. However, despite these challenges I have recently published a new novel which I like to think of as a locked room mystery, and that has reminded me of this silly short story I wrote a while ago.My reasoning is that including this here will prevent this post from becoming just a series of complaints! I hope it will make someone laugh. The Locked Room It must have been after midnight when I got the call. It was all I needed, after a long shift at the beach, warning off members of the public who should have been safely shut up in their own homes. That wasn't real police work. I had alternately longed for and dreaded a different kind of call, and I had even considered switching off my phone...