I tried to imagine waking up to whispering conversations between emergency medical personnel and the police declaring me dead. The second thing I hear is the static from police radios, sounds that seem to be coming from everywhere.
How can that be? I’m in my own apartment, getting ready for another day of work. I did all the stuff I normally do to get ready for another day of work. The sun was just rising when I slipped out of bed. I rarely use an alarm clock. I keep my blinds open a little so I can see the golden light of the sunrise which always wakes me. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I leave it running a little because I love steamy showers. I walk down my short hallway to my cozy, little yellow kitchen to start breakfast of coffee, toast and my favorite scrambled cheese eggs. I don’t remember anything after that.
Why are all these people here? Why does everyone think I’m dead? Who killed me? Am I really dead? How do I feel about all of this?
I wanted to write a mystery novel that explored those questions. The book is called, DEATHS BY UNNATURAL CASES, but life by any means necessary.
