"Ravens in the Graveyard"
By S.L. Matthews
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Ravens in the Graveyard is a story that came together from a few meager names I had scribbled on a notepad.
"Dozen. The Butterfly. Bosal Moon." That's it. The notepad sat on my desk for over a year, waiting for me. I didn't even plan on combining the three into one story...until I did. I wrote Bosal Moon first, and fell in love with him immediately. He reminds me of the simplicity of childhood; desiring nothing more than peace within the tiny corner of the world he lives in. The Butterfly was next. She took me by surprise, commanding her character with an air of dignity belying the stain of her role. 'Ravens' fell together within a few short weeks, and I fell in love with the characters.
Sheriff Sutter took on a role of his own; he was easy to write for I fashioned him after a dear friend and fellow reenactor who is a retired lawman in his own right, and therefore a real-life hero.
Excerpt from "Ravens in the Graveyard"
Copyright S.L. Matthews
This time, one article in particular held her interest--so much so that she read it three times, and peered skyward, scrunching her eyes toward the setting sun. The call of the church bell interrupted her musings, and she sighed. Poor Preacher Maloney, he would stand there all morning ringing that blasted bell knowing no one would come. No one--unless.
Glancing at the newspaper in her hand, she jerked her gaze toward the lonesome little gray church, and the makings of a rare smile brushed across high cheekbones and a full-lipped mouth. She pulled her father's old silver watch from a little pocket skillfully sewn into the folds of her skirt, and glanced skyward again. Hmm. It was a wild, harebrained scheme dependent upon the rantings of a roomful of pompous, New England scientists, but what if it worked?