The Confession, by Tamara Plant © Copyright 2012 Smashwords Edition
What did I think? This is the type of story I do not write, but need to think about writing to add a bit of steel to how I write. See how others do it, that sort of thing. So there will be few more forays into the world of blood, guns and violence to come. Did I like it? Long pause here while I consider an answer .....
I'm glad I didn't read a review before I read the story, and if you are intending to read it I suggest you stop here. This, after all, is only seventeen pages long, so what can I say?
Seventeen pages. It starts with the confession, ends with the confession. No police were harmed during the telling of this story.A couple of minor observations but these were made as I read the story, and before I knew the full story.
Was Shayna unhinged, or not? After all, she studies law so she cannot be that bad, but then again she has followed the same profession as her mother, and yet mother killed her father before taking her own life, in view of her daughter.
A healthy view of life, she doesn't need a man in her life until she meets Russell, then its straight back to her place and sex for dinner, supper and breakfast.
I think sheer animal lust makes her move in with him and while all is rosy, the aborted baby is the beginning of the end.
I am going with the flow here, and the style of the language, so only a couple of minor typos:
Page 10: "Just get out of her man, I got packin todo." Could be written as: "Just get out of here man, I got packin' to do."
There are some periods (full stops) missing, but really not worth the effort.
Lost the plot a bit on page 11. Is Robyn talking through a locked door or from an upper level?
There are no clues, just conversation, or should I say, a slanging match going on between the two women before Shayna opens the door to Robyn's house with a copy of Russell's keys.
Where was Robyn when the fur was flying because she isn't there when Shayna walks in?
Who carries a gun and a butcher knife in their slouch bag?
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