WHEW!

 

After one of the worst work weekends I can remember ...

And that includes 2 hurricanes one right after another, a flood, a freeze, and a tornado!

Exhausted, I wrote the first 770 revised words for

NO RESHOOTS FOR DEATH.

So few words to feel such pride right?

It is 1947,

A cursed train ride from Zurich to Vienna,

A resurrected spy reunited with her lost heart,

their love feeling like a fuse burning towards dynamite.

Here is the tune that ran through my head

while writing it.