Song, Sydney S.

I overheard Annette's legend while dining at a quaint cafe in a small, Florida town. It spoke to me because of incidents in my own life. My cousins listened to the same series of events while embellishing this tale. Then, they commanded, "Write these eye witness accounts of a murder but make your book a fiction!" They added that they looked forward to reading my rendition of their restaurant gossip in a novel format. "I'm telling mom!" As a child, that whine became my mantra as I cried at her feet trying to recount why my tears flowed. AND- I've been telling ever since!!! Meanwhile, I found un...