This is Book 3 in my short story anthology series and you are very welcome to go back and read Book 1 (Loyal and True) and book 2 (Passerby). The first story in this collection gives the book its name. The main character is a self-reliant female and you will meet a few more as you work your way through these stories. 47 stories and a total of 36,000 words. These stories are the perfect length to read on the train on the way to work, or sitting in a waiting room, or simply sitting under a favourite tree. This collection of stories, written over the period of a year, will take you from revenge to exploding Volkswagens, from a favourite bartender to a mysterious blue car. A private detective finds more than he bargained for and a lonely housewife is sure she can hear noises where noises should not be. A widow who volunteers in a Thrift shop makes a discovery while a couple of scientists make a series of unusual discoveries. Not to mention girls with record players, caravans with hidden compartments and an encounter with an unusual mirror. No two stories are alike and that's the way I like them. Short stories are my strong suit and I'll keep writing them as long as you keep enjoying them.
About the Author
I’m an author who lives and works in the Dandenong Ranges, on the eastern edge of Melbourne Australia. I take one day at a time but occasionally I’m attacked by several days at once. My amazing wife and I have lived in The Hills for forty years. My favourite colour is green and so is my favourite car. I started my working life as a Primary School Teacher in the early 1970s. Since then I have been a stained glass craftsman, furniture restorer, restorer of Player Pianos and music rolls, author (nine books so far, another on the way), photographer, basketball trading card manufacturer, basketball coach, basketball player, basketball referee, part-time shop assistant, newspaper columnist, homeschool dad, husband, father, grandfather, and a few other bits and pieces, and not in this order. I’m fascinated by people, but I prefer the company of dogs. I’m not frightened of dying, but sometimes life scares the hell out of me. I think that birds are cool but I don’t believe that they spend any time thinking about me, even though I give them lots of stale bread, and the occasional pizza crust........ ungrateful bastards!