After summer lightning come the fires... Ken could smell the distinctive scent of burning eucalyptus. Although he was safely inside the house with the windows shut, smoke whispered through air vents and under doors, carried west from the bushfire raging out of control in the hills behind the city. A WINNER in the "Hella Bad Weather" photo contest by @The_Bookshop! (BTW This is basically the same story which appears in my Beach Apples collection, edited after feedback from the contest)

A classic 1940's style mystery... "Secretary Murders Widowed Mistress in Adelaide Love Nest!" Vivian Sherlock glanced from the screaming headline on her daily newspaper to the pale young man sitting on the other side of her desk. "Nigel is innocent!" insisted the young man.