Winter’s here again! I used to love this time of year -- skiing, hiking through the snow and especially time spent aprés ski. That was before I was dead.
You see, I died from freezing to death in a snow bank. The blow to my head might not have done it, but that blizzard is what really did me in. No one found me until the next day and by then I was buried in three feet of frozen snow. Those people from the soup shop were too late to save me.
There are loads of things I used to love, like exotic trips, expensive clothes, perfume, jewelry, spending money and fooling around with men I had no business fooling around with.
I can’t really remember very well, but I think that’s what got me killed. At least I’m pretty sure I was murdered because I was definitely too young to die. I just know you’ll find everything about my story fascinating and you can read all about me in A Spoonful of Murder.
I still miss my lovely diamond drop earrings though. I was wearing them that night on the way to meet my lover. Problem is, I can’t remember who he was. Isn’t that strange? Death does that to you, I guess. Everything that seemed so important kind of fades away.
When they found my body the next day, one of those earrings was sparkling in the sunlight. I could see it. I was looking down at my body, still hovering around, not really aware that I was already gone.
But then . . . well, I had a lot of fun. I’m just sorry it ended so soon!
I still don’t think I deserved to die. Do you?
Psssst ~ I’ve been told I’m part of a Killer Characters December giveaway. One lucky commenter will win a copy of their choice in the soup lover’s mystery series: A Spoonful of Murder or A Broth of Betrayal. (Sigh) I hope you’ll decide to read all about me.
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