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Comedy Shorts: Four Humorous Fiction Short Stories
Comedy Shorts: Four Humorous Fiction Short Stories
Comedy Shorts: Four Humorous Fiction Short Stories
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Comedy Shorts: Four Humorous Fiction Short Stories

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Comedy and mystery, with a blend of fantasy and a dash of romance
‘I recommend these stories to those who enjoy a bit of the macabre with a blend of mystery and a twist of supernatural on the side.’ Readers’ Favourite

SLEUTHING FOR BEGINNERS
Angela has always had a secret ambition to be a private detective. After her neighbour dies suddenly she launches her own investigation, with unexpected results.
A PEACEFUL DEATH
George, who has been obsessed with death since his father died, is visited by The Angel of Death, who strikes an unusual bargain.
A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND
Ali, the sole beneficiary of her uncle’s will, learns that he may have a secret, ill-gotten fortune stashed away. But she soon finds out she’s not the only one determined to find it.
THE MUSE
Esther, a struggling romance writer, meets her muse Alfred, and he moves in, providing her with a constant source of inspiration. But is the cost too high?

If you like comedy, mystery and fantasy, and you’re looking for a book you can read on the train or in a couple of spare hours, this book of short stories is for you.

‘I love Robin Storey's dry wit and realistic characterization of the foibles of human nature.’ Pamela Mariko.

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PublisherRobin Storey
Release dateNov 13, 2015
ISBN9780987536648
Comedy Shorts: Four Humorous Fiction Short Stories
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Robin Storey

After many years as a freelance writer, I'm now hooked on fiction writing and love being an indie author. I live on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia - beautiful one day, perfect the next - where we complain if the temperature drops to below 14 degrees Centigrade.I've written eight books so far in a variety of genres. I began with comedy, but soon discovered my true calling was in darker fiction. I love reading crime and suspense so that's what I write. I've just published Obsession - A Crime Of The Heart, Book 3 in the Night Nights series of short, stand-alone crime/suspense novels. An Affair With Danger is Book 1 and Secret Kill is Book 2.If you'd like to find out more about my books, you can find them here on Smashwords or on my website. https://storey-lines.com/my-novels/And if you subscribe to my readers' group on my website http://storey-lines.com you'll receive a FREE e-book of four short crime stories On The Edge.I love connecting with readers and other writers, so please come on over to my Facebook page and say Hi. https://www.facebook.com/RobinStoreywriterI'm a certified book nerd (too many books, not enough time!) and am a useful team member on quiz nights for the literary questions - but not much else. I enjoy hiking and chilling out at the beach, which is five minutes drive from my home. My partner and I walked the full Camino Frances pilgrimage (775 kilometres) across northern Spain in September and October 2016. It was a once in a lifetime experience and I would highly recommend it.I don't have any unusual hobbies or strange pets.

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Comedy Shorts - Robin Storey

Comedy Shorts

Four short stories...

ROBIN STOREY

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental.

Copyright Robin Storey © 2015

www.storey-lines.com

The right of Robin Storey to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright Act (Australia) 1968.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the copyright owner, except in the case of quotations used for reviews or articles about the book.

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Contents

Sleuthing for Beginners

A Peaceful Death

A Girl’s Best Friend

The Muse

SLEUTHING FOR BEGINNERS

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I knew there was something fishy about Beryl Markwell’s death right from the start. I felt it in my bones, with all the instincts finely honed from years of burying myself in crime novels.

As usual, my flatmate Mia accused me of living in an ‘alternate reality.’ She’s studying psychology.

‘You have way too much time on your hands – being unemployed is doing your head in.’

‘I’m not unemployed, I’m just in between jobs. Like you’re in between men.’

Mia gave me a look that said it all – that I was in between men too, and my in between period was a lot longer than hers. But I didn’t care as much as she did. Or I pretended not to.

‘So the woman down the road, who wasn’t exactly young, dies suddenly. What’s so fishy about that?’

‘She wasn’t old either, she looked to be in her fifties and was super fit – always out power walking or doing Tai chi classes in the park. She made me feel like the original couch potato.’

‘Angie, healthy people die all the time. How do you know she didn’t have some illness that no-one knew about, like one of those heart viruses?’

I shook my head. ‘I have a feeling it’s something more. Anyway, Rick said the police are investigating.’

Rick from the corner store had broken the news to me that morning when I called in for milk. ‘Ian from next door found her, on the bedroom floor in her nightie. Dead as a doornail.’

‘The police always investigate when someone’s found dead,’ Mia said. ‘It’s just routine.’

‘We’ll see,’ I said.

*

I tossed and turned all night thinking about Beryl. Suicide wasn’t a likely option. On the few occasions I’d spoken to her, she was cheerful and friendly, and almost bursting out of her skin with health and vitality. She certainly didn’t have the demeanour of someone about to do herself in. Something was not right about her death.

I’d wanted to be a private detective since I was eight and discovered Enid Blyton’s Secret Seven. I fancied myself as a cross between independent Kinsey Millhone and sassy Stephanie Plum, with a large dollop of Miss Marple’s astuteness and enough of the sex appeal of Charlie’s Angels to get me out of trouble. Or into trouble. When I was downsized from my admin job six months ago, I’d asked my job agency if they would help fund me to get my private detective’s licence. My case manager looked at me as if I’d asked her to cough up for pole dancing lessons.

Now a chance to prove myself had fallen into my lap.

‘I’m going to find out how Beryl really died,’ I said at breakfast.

Mia rolled her eyes at me as she nibbled her toast. ‘For God’s sake, you’re not still on about that! What superhuman powers of deduction are you going to call on? Or maybe the answer will just manifest itself in a psychic vision.’

‘Despite your cynicism, I’ll tell you. I’m going to start with the obvious and question the neighbours, to see if they saw anything suspicious.’

‘And how are you going to do that without them telling you to mind your own business and slamming the door in your face?’

‘That I’m not going to tell you. You’ll have to wait and see.’

After Mia had left for Uni, I dragged my beaded evening bag out from the depths of my wardrobe, locked the apartment and crossed the road.

Beryl had lived across the road and up two houses. Her home, with its warm ochre tones and Mediterranean villa ambience, stood out in a street of unpretentious brick boxes. I didn’t know her neighbours, but took a punt that Ian lived on the farthest side and was the man I’d seen occasionally watering his front garden.

I knocked on the front door. The same portly, middle-aged man answered it.

‘Hi, I’m Angela, I live across the road.’

I held up the evening bag. ‘I found this on the footpath. Does this belong to anyone here?’

He peered at the bag. ‘Merle’s out shopping, but I’m pretty sure it’s not hers. Anyway, we haven’t been out at night for ages.’

‘Okay, thanks. Sorry to bother you,’ I rushed on, ‘you must be still in shock after discovering poor Beryl.’

He drew in his breath sharply.

‘You can say that again’ He held out his hand. ‘Sorry, I’m forgetting my manners. I’m Ian.’

We shook hands. ‘I talked to her a few times,’ I said. ‘She seemed like a nice person.’

‘She was a real lady, in the old-fashioned sense of the word.’

‘And she seemed so fit and healthy.’

He shrugged. ‘You never know when your time’s going to be up. I must admit when I saw her lying on the bedroom floor my first thought was that she’d been attacked and robbed, but the house was spotless, as usual. Then I noticed a pile of vomit on the floor beside her, so I thought maybe she’d had a stroke.’

‘Do you know what the cause of death was?’

He shook his head. ‘I haven’t heard. The police came and had a look around

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