When First We Deceive

Uh oh, it’s Friday, the day that strikes fear in members of the Loose Bloggers Consortium. Someone gives a title and we all post about it. Then encourage others to read said posts.

Today’s topic is the “First Memory.” Weeeell, I have to fudge a little on this one. My young life was harsh and brutal; don’t want to go there. So, I will write on my most recent memory.

It is Tuesday morning at 6:30am when I sneak a gander at the first page of:

The Obituarist by Paul A. Waters.

Writing obituaries does not weave a trail to fame and fortune. Only this obit writer has found someone who will pave the road to front-page success.

His name is Bunty and he knows all the members of the TripleX mission; a small group noted for the infamous raid on occupied France. The brazen men trampled the Nazi long-range rocket schedule right in the face of Hitler.

Bunty knows all the back-stories—the secrets of Joker, Ginger, Radish and the others. And the obit writer knows how to get him to open up.

When Bunty and the writer decide to join forces, they head down the path to the pot at the end of the rainbow. Only which one will get the gold?

The Obituarist is a sizzling tale filled with humor, mystery and suspense. Bunty and the obit writer connect on every level until … human nature steps in and crashes the party.

The men become friendly enemies, intent to serve their own best interest. In the end “turn-about is fair play” wins the day.

Find out for yourself:
https://blackwatertown.wordpress.com/the-obituarist/

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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Check out what my consorts have to say of their first memory: Anu Delirious, Maxi Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox OCD writer, Padmum, Paul, Ramana, The Old Fossil, Will Knott.

 

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About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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