Blue Ships Publishing

“So, what do you write about?” she asked him as she rummaged through his library.

He looked at her; she didn’t notice. “What makes you think I write about anything?”

“Oh, you know, the pen collection, the library, your silence; I don’t know. You just kind of seem like the writing type to me.” She turned to him. “You can tell me if I’m wrong.”

He shrugged. “Actually, you’re quite right. I do enjoy writing occasionally.”

“What are you writing now? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I’m writing a fiction piece about a serial killer who gets away with murder by passing off his confessions as fiction.”