Extract:
She looked like a piano teacher to me. She had that straight-backed look you get from sitting for hours on a piano stool. She was close enough for me to see that her fingers that clutched the boy’s shoulders were slender but strong. She was tall and middle-aged, and clearly angry.
“I bet she raps their knuckles when they get the notes wrong,” I said aloud, absently.
“What?”
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MVJ
20 July 2015
My Eccentric Friend 
I’m looking forward to seeing your stories in book form. They are very good. You’ll soon have enough to build a collection of ‘Suspense stories’.
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Haha. I am working towards an anthology but I think they are still very simple. I don’t have a lot of time to really research them and work out good points of view, voice, and plot. Please share with your friends e.g. Phyllis and Crit.
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You should have enough material to compile a book of suspense stories now. Very good!
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There are another two coming but not had time to finish them yet.
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