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We all keep secrets. Sometimes our own, sometimes others'. Sometimes we keep them consciously, sometimes our subconscious does the hard work for us.
But at some point, the truth will come out. It may get us in trouble, it may save us.
What is absolutely certain: it will bring change.
Deep Dark Secrets is a collection of five mystery short stories: Hidden Horrors, Out of Sight, Cold Blue Eternity, Sitting Duck, and Just Desserts.
R.W. Wallace
R.W. Wallace writes in most genres, though she tends to end up in mystery more often than not. Dead bodies keep popping up all over the place whenever she sits down in front of her keyboard. The stories mostly take place in Norway or France; the country she was born in and the one that has been her home for two decades. Don't ask her why she writes in English - she won't have a sensible answer for you. Her Ghost Detective short story series appears in Pulphouse Magazine, starting in issue #9. You can find all her books, long and short, on rwwallace.com.
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Deep Dark Secrets - R.W. Wallace
Deep Dark Secrets
A Mystery Short Story Collection
R.W. Wallace
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Contents
Introduction
1. Hidden Horrors
2. Out of Sight
3. Cold Blue Eternity
4. Sitting Duck
5. Just Desserts
Author's Note
Also By R.W. Wallace
About the Author
Copyright
Introduction
I have published almost all my short stories as standalones. The reason for this is not to get all the money, because individual short stories don’t sell all that well (except that one young adult one, I have yet to understand what happened there), but to gain experience in publishing books. There are so many things to learn, and so many possible pitfalls (like when I had two chapters 5 and no chapter 7, and let’s not forget the chapter with two random pages missing—I caught both before they went into the world!). A second motivation, and this one is actually quite important: I love holding the book in my hand, even when it’s not much more than a leaflet for a 6000-word short story.
I did, however, have the grand plan to publish collections once I had enough stories to fill them. Except I never got around to it. Until I signed up for a publishing challenge (publish one book per month for a year) and started scouring my backlist to see what I could come up with. Well, over twenty short stories, for one.
Now, how to group them into collections that make sense?
Having a predilection for mystery, I quickly rounded up the stories to fill two collections. Started doing the layout, the cover...only to discover I had no idea what the title should be. Or the theme. Or...
Oh, wait, there is a logic to all this! When going through the five stories, I suddenly saw a pattern. Sort of.
They’re all about secrets. Dark ones. Deep ones. Secrets that shape us and the people and world around us.
So there’s your theme, and your title. And isn’t the cover fun?
Now I invite you to kick back with these short tales, some taking place in France, some in Norway, and one with a bit of a fantastical element.
Enjoy!
R.W. Wallace
www.rwwallace.com
Hidden Horrors
Take a deep breath in through the nose. Out through the mouth.
I inhale deeply. The smell of figs reach me through the open window, even though the compost is at the far end of the garden. My husband Marc spent the afternoon raking below the fig tree and the smell of ripe fruit is going to be an integral part of our back yard for a while.
My pantry is filling up with pots of jam. When I reached twenty pots, I decided we had enough to last our family of four until next year. The last batch of figs went into a pie, and the rest I hereby offer to the blackbirds and the wasps.
On the next breath, gently close your eyes and let your breathing go back to normal.
Dammit, my mind wandered again. I follow the instructions and let my eyes close.
Open your senses. Feel your contact with your surroundings. Sounds. Smells.
Well, my ass is firmly planted on my chair and I’m feeling nice and heavy. The murmur of the cars from the highway is fairly faint today, like it always is on a heavy and humid summer night. The neighbors are having a party again, but it’s not too noisy. Just some chatting between friends and some low-key music. Madame Humbert next door keeps complaining about them every time we meet. She apparently feels that owning a house in a somewhat rich neighborhood should protect you against anyone below the age of twenty-five. Too bad the neighbor decided he’d rent out his house to a group of five students.
A gentle smile touches my lips. I happen to like the youngsters. Makes the backyard feel alive and fun. Almost magical in its calmness.
Now bring your focus to your breath.
Aaaah! Meditation. I’m meditating, not judging my neighbors. I’m never going to get the hang of this.
I focus on my breath. I know how to do this. Chest rising, stomach growing. Chest lowering, stomach back in. Rinse and repeat.
The guy on the meditation app doesn’t always say the same thing, but a couple of sessions ago, he mentioned imagining swinging back and forth in your mind. It certainly helped me staying focused on the breath and not go off on tangents every thirty seconds.
So I imagine myself on a swing. I breathe in and I swing forward. I breathe out and I swing backward. I feel the wind in my hair, log brown strands flapping in my eyes on the return. I’m wearing a pink sun dress—I think it’s my favorite from when I was five years old.
In my mind, I’m five-year-old me, swinging from the branches of the apple tree in my parents’ garden, smiling from ear to ear.
I can see the butterflies, feel the sun on my face. Hear my mother calling in the background.
I tighten my hold on the ropes and lean back so I’m horizontal on the forward swing. More wind. Going higher.
Smiling wider.
This feels so good. Gone is the stress from work. I’m not wondering if my daughter has done her homework. I’m not feeling guilty about not having cleaned the downstairs bathroom like I’d planned. My only goal is to go higher, faster.
At the top of my curve, as I start to breathe out, I’m weightless. My dress floats around me and I’m frozen in space for just a second.
Then I breathe out and I swing back.
Next breath in, and I lean into it again. This time, when I reach the top, it feels like the swing is holding me back.
What happens if I let go?
I continue my meditation, breathing in and out, leaning into the swing on every breath in. Can I let go? Could that be the point of the meditation? To just let everything go?
The guy on the app talks, something about not worrying if the mind wanders, but I’m tuning him out. I keep swinging, keep reliving details from my childhood.
I hear my mother’s voice again. She’s telling me she’s going to take a shower.
I haven’t heard her voice in over thirty years. In fact, I can’t quite remember the very last time I heard it, though I know I was five. One thing I do remember is fighting with my dad because I wanted to wear the pink sun dress to the funeral, but he wouldn’t let me.
I’m still leaning into every swing and my butt is leaving the swing at the top of every curve. Only my hands on the ropes are holding me back.
I used to love jumping off the swing at top speed.
When did I stop doing that?
I decide to hell with it. On the next breath in, I lean into the swing with all my might. But instead of holding on at the top—I let go.
I’m flying.
Pink dress around my ears. Feet toward the sky. Arms flailing.
I land with a thump.
God, this feels real. I’ve lost all contact with my body sitting in a chair in my bedroom at home. All I can feel is the need to breathe. Where did all the air go?
I roll over on my side and realize I’m lying in the grass. Some ten meters away I see the old swing moving lazily back and forth now that I’m no longer there to boost it, sunlight dappling the wooden seat as it shines through the leaves of the apple tree.
I still can’t draw breath. My brain knows it’ll come back eventually, but my body’s still panicking.
I remember this. It’s not a memory I ever think about, but this really happened. I was wearing my pretty dress and wanted to watch it as I flew through the air. But I miscalculated and let go too late, so I didn’t manage to land on my feet.
Finally, I manage to draw a breath.
Then push it right back out in an ear-splitting scream.
My arm’s hurting. Now that my lungs are working again, the rest of my body’s letting itself be known.
Though I’m feeling the pain and the panic of my little body, I’m also observing as an adult. I’m watching five-year-old me crying and screaming for her mother because she’s in pain and