by Brian Bakos
31. The Lawn of Death
The red IBM Selectric typewriter, now faded to a more pinkish hue, sat on the desk before Ilsa McIntyre. Its motor hummed expectantly. She rolled in a piece of paper, twisting the platen knob until the sheet was near its midpoint. After a moment of hesitation during which she flexed her hand muscles, she began typing:
THE LAWN OF DEATH
by
Carlita Blade
“There!”
She pulled out the title page and set it reverently aside. Her latest murder mystery novel was under way!
Only this one wouldn’t be a mystery. It would be the inside story of two lovers and their journey to happiness along a homicidal route – the tale of a beautiful, exploited heroine struggling against her cold, calculating husband and trying to escape an existence of loveless bondage.
She rolled in a fresh sheet of blank paper and typed:
