I loved Charles Dickens as a young writer. The most unsatisfactory book I read of his was his last. Written. Never finished. So I took the title of his book and attached it to my own. The stories were changed to protect…
Edwin Drood dies. But why? His girlfriend never understood him. Though she feared for her life at times. His enemies were numerous. But would they kill one of their best dealers. Did he cheat someone in a drug deal? Or was it something else. About the world. About himself.
I lived this short novel. Almost. I wasn’t a drug dealer but everything else fit. Except the ending.
This is a free download. So its cheap. But still a good read. On your short journey to work.