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Farewell my Big Sleeping Little Sister
Farewell my Big Sleeping Little Sister
Farewell my Big Sleeping Little Sister
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Farewell my Big Sleeping Little Sister

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‘Don’t worry, sweetcakes, if anyone can find your sister, I can.’

Murdoch, private dick, is on the job.
Sweet All-American Girl, Mavis Tralalalalah has gone missing. She has been running with the wrong crowd and her sister fears she may be in trouble with the law. As Murdoch mixes with shady characters and the seedy nightclub world, he comes to realise that the case is not what it seems.
Will Murdoch find Mavis? And will he realise the truth before it is too late?

This satirical story is written in the tradition of B-Grade stories, complete with all the stereotypes, creativity and effects – flaws and all.
The characters are purely fictitious. Any similarities with any person, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
The story is not meant to offend. If you may be offended, please don’t download it.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 27, 2014
Farewell my Big Sleeping Little Sister
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Jeannie Meekins

Jeannie Meekins is an Australian writer who lives with her children and a couple of cats who think they own the computer. And if her dog could read, he’d be jealous, so it’s lucky that he can’t. Jeannie has also written over 10 books for children, many available through LearningIsland.com

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    Farewell my Big Sleeping Little Sister - Jeannie Meekins

    Farewell

    my big sleeping little sister

    Alcohol is like love: the first kiss is magic,

    the second intimate, the third is routine.

    —The Long Goodbye. Raymond Chandler.

    Farewell My Big Sleeping Little Sister

    Text copyright (C) AT Davidson 2002

    Smashwords edition (C) 2014

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    This satirical story is written in the tradition of B-Grade stories, complete with all the stereotypes, creativity and effects – flaws and all.

    The characters are purely fictitious.  Any similarities with any person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    The story is not meant to offend.  If you feel offended, please don’t download it, or delete it from your system.

    We wipe our mouths. There is a horrible taste. It is dark and this makes us feel all the more nauseous. Suddenly, there is booming music and we are pitched back into the nineteen forties again. The world is black and white. The music is distorted and this too makes us sick to our stomachs. We close our eyes; we have to somehow escape this. But we hear sirens wailing in the background and we just have to open them again to see what is happening. There is a frosted glass door with gold-leaf lettering on it. This informs us that we are about to enter the office of Murdoch, Private Investigator. We gasp as the door opens by itself. Our stomach rolls. We are, we think, about to vomit. But as we see a man reclining in a chair, his feet on the desk before him; soles worn so thin in places as to be near to being holes and with both hands cradling the back of his neck, we develop instead a pain in our left arm. A calendar tacked onto the wall, tells us the year is nineteen forty two. The only light in the room is that which is filtering through the slats of a venetian blind and playing over the

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