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Below My Window | Suspense Short Fiction at Mystery Tribune




A paralegal searches for her missing dog, but is she the one being hunted? Delighted to have my story over at Mystery Tribune. 


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  1. Chae SuhJanuary 11, 2021 at 1:09 PM

    Hmm, maybe it will work this time. It’s Chae’s dad. So Kendra recommended to this page during a conversation we were having about literature! I can’t wait to read this story. I write as well but am to cowardly to publish.

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    1. WendyJanuary 12, 2021 at 10:56 AM

      Hey there, thanks for checking it out. Putting your work out there is terrifying! But the risk is worth it. :)

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