A blogging friend of mine---Lisa Ricard Claro---has launched a new meme. (I have no idea how to pronounce that, or what it means. Hopefully no one will ask me...)
Every Friday (actually, late on Thursday) she will post a photo. It is your mission---if you choose to accept it---to write a blurb that would appear on the book cover, so that readers are enticed enough to purchase the book.
Unfortunately, when I tried to (repeatedly) save the photo (it's an interesting shot of some trees, shot by Christina Claro), I got some weird message: "server rejected," if I remember correctly.
Check out Lisa's blog. Come up with a blurb of your own. Don't be afraid. Stick your toes in. The water's warm and just right...
And without further fanfare (because the story is not trumpet-worthy), here is my blurb:
The Whisper in the Trees
When Annie returned with rusty-red stains on her shirt, no one was suspicious. After all, it was raspberry season...
But when her grandson Manuel was still missing four days later, suspicions swirled. Annie was the last one to see the toddler alive. Could she have done something to him? Impossible!
Or was it...
At the end of the fourth day of searches, Annie confessed. She would take the authorities to where Manuel lay, his head crushed...on the condition that her estranged husband came along. He needed to see the horror that was on his shoulders.
Because, according to Annie, every time she hit Manuel with the rock, it was a blow meant for Duffy. It was a pay-back for his abandonment. For his cheating. For all the lies he told.
Unfortunately, the trees had not become silenced. They were still whispering...still clamoring.
But for what? (149 words)