Mona Moon is not your typical young lady. She is a cartographer by trade, explorer by nature, and adventurer by heart. But there’s a problem.
Miss Mona is broke. It’s during the Depression, and National Geographic has just turned down her application to join an expedition to the Amazon.
What’s she to do? Perhaps get a job as a department store salesgirl. Anything to tide her over until a next assignment.
There’s a knock on the door. Who could this be in the middle of the night? Holding a revolver, Mona reluctantly opens her door to a man wearing a Homburg hat and holding a briefcase.
“I bring glad tidings. Your Uncle Manfred Moon has died and left you as his heir to the Moon fortune. You are now one of the richest women in the country!” he says.
Mona’s response is to point her revolver in his face. If the stranger is telling the truth, she will apologize. If he is a fraud, she will shoot him.
That’s how Mona does things in 1933.
Mona is eating breakfast with Jetta Dressler, her personal secretary, and Chloe, her poodle, when she receives a telegram from her friend, Lady Alice Morrell, begging her to come to England. It seems Lady Alice is receiving death threats!
Alarmed that her dear friend, Lady Alice, needs help, Mona gathers her pistol, her steamer trunks, and Violet, her maid, to travel to Merry Old England.
Once there, Mona encounters a nemesis she hasn’t seen for a very long time. She was lucky once to survive. Will she be as lucky now?
Armed with her pistol, courage, and a bag of tricks, Mona is determined to save Lady Alice from harm, even if it means she might die trying.
That’s how Mona does things in 1933.
Abigail Keam writes about women – funny stories, sad stories, long stories, and short stories. Some of the women triumph–some don’t. It’s as though Ms. Keam is writing about women she has met and is telling their story for them, giving them a voice. In this ‘slice of life’ short story, she shows us a glimpse of the life of a woman, made desperate by the traps she has set for herself.
Josiah joins an amateur thespian group that puts on plays in quirky places like public parks and crumbling antebellum mansions. It is a way to socialize, and Josiah feels lonely when her friend Hunter stops calling. Since the new play is being staged at Hunter’s ancestral home Wickliffe Manor, Josiah sees this as a win-win situation. She gets to have fun and remind Hunter that she is still alive and kicking. Hint. Hint.
What could go wrong? Everything!
Hunter ignores the acting group including Josiah, and it doesn’t help when the leading lady, Madison Smythe, drops dead on Hunter’s antique Persian rug. To make matters worse, Franklin, Hunter’s brother, is arrested for her murder!
Josiah does the only thing she can. She sends an S.O.S. to her daughter Asa to investigate the murder. Asa must also discover why a love note from Hunter was found in the dead woman’s coat pocket. Josiah is ready for romance, but she doesn’t want to fall in love with a cheater.
Josiah Reynolds opened her front door to find her neighbor, Sandy Sloan, clutching her little dog, Georgie. “Hi Josiah. Sorry to bother you. Can you keep my dog for a couple of days while I check on my mother? She’s ill and needs help.”
Josiah reluctantly said yes, not because she didn’t want to take care of the animal. She had plenty of room for a little dog like Georgie. She was reluctant because she knew Sandy’s mother couldn’t possibly be ill. Her mother was, in fact, dead.
Josiah knew this because she had attended the woman’s funeral.
Why would Sandy tell such a lie? And a stupid lie at that. Was Sandy trying to signal she was in distress and needed help? Josiah had no way of knowing that in four hours, Sandy would disappear from the face of the earth, and no one–not even Josiah–would be able to find her.