May Violets Spring: The Ann Kinnear Suspense Shorts

By Matty Dalrymple

Childhood memories flood Ann Kinnear as she enters St. Andrew's on the night before Easter. But this time, she's a hired hand with a mysterious assignment. When she learns what that assignment is, she's pretty sure she's not the person ordained for the job--but she finds her shaky confidence in human nature bolstered by the tale that unfolds against a backdrop of misplaced guilt and the true meaning of faithfulness.
Not a traditional Easter story ... and likely not the right pick for readers looking for Christian lit!

 

Lay her i' th' earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!
— William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"

 

An Ann Kinnear Suspense Short from Matty Dalrymple, author of the Ann Kinnear Suspense Novels, including "The Sense of Death," "The Sense of Reckoning," and "The Falcon and the Owl."

• Language: English
• Publisher: William Kingsfield Publishers
• Release date: Feb 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386883159

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May Violets Spring

MAY VIOLETS SPRING

AN ANN KINNEAR SUSPENSE SHORT

MATTY DALRYMPLE

WILLIAM KINGSFIELD PUBLISHERS

CONTENTS

May Violets Spring

Also by Matty Dalrymple

About the Author

Lay her i' th' earth,

And from her fair and unpolluted flesh

May violets spring!

William Shakespeare

Hamlet

MAY VIOLETS SPRING

Ann Kinnear raised her eyebrows, incredulous. Mrs. Fulton? The piano teacher?

Yeah, it would be a trip down memory lane, replied her brother, Mike.

Maybe for you, not for me. I flunked out of piano lessons, remember? Ann tossed back the last of her wine.

Mike refilled her glass. She’s such a nice lady.

Didn’t you call her the Dragon Lady? asked Mike’s partner, Scott.

I did not.

I think you’re scared of her, said Scott, taking a sip of his wine.

I was six, said Mike. She used to make me play scales until my little fingers were bloody stubs.

She must be about a hundred, right? asked Ann.

Probably about sixty-five.

That’s all? You mean she was only a little older than Mom and Dad when you were taking lessons?

Mike considered. Yeah, I guess so.

Jeez, she seemed ancient then. She took another sip of