The Old Lady

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Through it all the old house never let Mildred down, kept her warm and safe from the world outside. Now she and the house are feeling their age, and Mildred sees the end coming for them both. She wants more than anything to leave something behind for her granddaughter, and on this cold winter night Mildred has a plan, one she hopes will make everything right and mean a new life for them both. More

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Words: 8,160
Language: English
ISBN: 9781301672196
About Sean Sullivan

My writing is so much like the things I craft from reclaimed wood - begun with passion and purpose, sorely short on planning.

The three legs of wordcraft being preparation, inspiration and perspiration, I never fail to make do balancing and wobbling on just the latter two.

I just can't resist the urge to plunge my hands right into things, start shaping parts of the whole and fitting them together.

I grant mine are stories made from old wood - scraps and bits that have seen the world, overused and weathered, salvaged and repurposed.

Yet somehow in spite of all that, I find my mode of word and woodcraft work well. For when I’ve hidden all the mistakes I can find, sanded out the rough parts and those apt to leave splinters, I hold something that has character, feels comfortable and fits in.

"Is it an antique? Authentic?” some might ask."Or a reproduction perhaps?” A bit of both, I'd have to say. I hope you enjoy reading!

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Review by: David Howells on April 21, 2013 :
This was the only book in the list for this author. I hope that won't always be the case. Sean did a good deal on building up first suspicion, then dread with a healthy dose of suspense, then the climax with an unexpected twist at the end. Then the guy leaves you to decide on the bigger picture's outcome. Holy Hitchcock, Batman. But with short stories, that's a valid hook. I liked the use of colors, both present and denied, and the dual decrepitude of house and owner, both with memories rusted, fading and rotting. I wish the author good fortune and more inspired moments.
(reviewed the day of purchase)

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