SHARON CASSANO LOCHMANA GLIMPSE INTO THE MIND OF A WRITER
Man with the Sand Dollar Face
I slowly released the doorknob as not to disturb Mr. Woodard again. That’s when it caught my eye. The crumbled paper caught between the leg of the chair and the wall. Where the dead man had stood right before he dropped to the floor. I picked it up and pulled the paper taut. The words Blue Diamonds were scrawled across the top in pencil. Blue Diamonds.
I dropped the paper into my purse as I waited for the elevator. Overactive imagination and detective novels, I thought. We’ll see about that.
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