"The night train howled like a distant coyote. Moody slipped out the back door and eased it shut. Held his breath. Only one chance—Pa had too many secrets to let him get away. He sneaked through the shadows to the barn, skirting the two motor cars. They sat in the moonlight like broken toys. Doors pock-marked. Glass cracked like spiderwebs. Dried blood." (Flash fiction)
|Publisher:||Danielle Lincoln Hanna|
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About the Author
Danielle Lincoln Hanna learned how to read and write at age four and knew she wanted to be an author by the time she was seven. She writes crime fiction, not specifically for the excitement of guts and guns, but as a means to explore the true experiences of real people who have survived traumatic events and are looking for answers. Her own trauma was the death of her father when she was only two. She spent the next two and a half decades looking for someone to call “Daddy”—a mission that wasn’t successfully accomplished until she turned twenty-six. She’s now researching the father/daughter relationship and writing about it in her novels. Family and firestorm exist side-by-side in her stories, hence her author tagline, “Hearth & Homicide Suspense.” As much as you can expect shadows in the night, the echoes of gunfire, and the flashing reds-and-blues, you can also expect the porch light to be on and a warm cup of cocoa awaiting you at the fireside. When she’s not riveted to her computer, you can find her camping, hiking, and biking with her dog Molly.