Fur is Murder!
This is Sasha. She’s a storefront model. I first noticed Sasha peering out of The Antique Mall of Wenatchee on Wenatchee Avenue Saturday morning. She looked cold, but, luckily, someone had wrapped this lovely vintage cropped fur coat around her slender shoulders and topped her head with a circa 1971 fedora to get her warm again. Sasha isn’t her real name. I just call her that. I’m not sure what her real name is, as we never actually spoke to one another. I should have asked, but something about her icy-blue eyes stopped me. There’s more than meets the eye at that shop. I plan on making a stop soon to talk to Sasha and find out her story. Next time you walk past, I urge you to stop in and maybe do the same; she seems . . . lonely.













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Nicely done, Kathy! I love the mystery. I can hear the Voice, as Dragnet opens on my TV screen.
Or is it Phillip Marlowe?
And that last line is superb.