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An eight-year-old girl who has just watched as her sister was kidnapped... A nurse who holds the lives of a mother and child in her hands... A makeup artist who has just found a murdered starlet on a movie set... Find these characters and more in this book-length collection of short works by Mary Anna Evans, author of the Faye Longchamp mysteries. This collection includes stories and essays originally published in anthologies including FLORIDA HEAT WAVE, A KUDZU CHRISTMAS, MYSTERY READERS JOURNAL, NORTH FLORIDA NOIR, MYSTERY MUSES, and A MERRY BAND OF MURDERERS, as well as never-before published stories by Evans. Bonuses include a story by guest author Libby Fischer Hellmann and an excerpt from her environmental thriller WOUNDED EARTH. Mary Anna Evans is a recipient of the Mississippi Author Award, the Benjamin Franklin Award, a Florida Book Awards Bronze Medal, the Patrick D. Smith Florida Literature Award. KIRKUS REVIEWS called her latest release, PLUNDER, "delightfully erudite." She lives in Florida with a humongous piano and an unusually charming cat.
Mary Anna Evans
Mary Anna Evans is the author of the Faye Longchamp archeological mysteries, which have won the Benjamin Franklin Award, the Mississippi Author Award, and three Florida Book Awards bronze medals. The winner of the 2018 Sisters in Crime (SinC) Academic Research Grant, she is an assistant professor at the University of Oklahoma, where she teaches fiction and nonfiction writing.
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Jewel Box - Mary Anna Evans
JEWEL BOX
Short Works by Mary Anna Evans
Joyeuse Press
Copyright © 2011 by Mary Anna Evans
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Low-Budget Monster Flick
first appeared in Florida Heat Wave, edited by Michael Lister for Tyrus Books in Madison, Wisconsin.
©2010
Land of the Flowers
first appeared in A Merry Band of Murderers, edited by Don Bruns and Claudia Bishop for Poisoned Pen Press in Scottsdale, Arizona.
©2006
Twin Set
©2005
"Yes, It Can Be Done: The Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimov" first appeared in Mystery Muses: 100 Classics That Inspire Today’s Mystery Writers, edited by Jim Huang and Austin Lugar for The Crum Creek Press in Carmel Indiana.
©2006
Stealing Mona
first appeared in Mystery Readers Journal, edited by Janet Rudolph.
©2004
A Singularly Unsuitable Word
first appeared in A Kudzu Christmas, edited by Jim Gilbert and Gail Waller for River City Publishing in Montgomery, Alabama, and in Offerings: 3 Stories by Mary Anna Evans for Joyeuse Press in Gainesville, Florida.
©2005
Mouse House
appeared in North Florida Noir, edited by Michael Lister for Pottersville Press in Panama City, Florida, and in Offerings: 3 Stories by Mary Anna Evans for Joyeuse Press in Gainesville, Florida.
©2006
Starch
appeared in Plots with Guns, edited by Anthony Neil Smith, and in Offerings: 3 Stories by Mary Anna Evans for Joyeuse Press in Gainesville, Florida.
©2004
The Final Radical
by Libby Hellmann first appeared in Futures. It has also appeared in Hellmann’s collection, Nice Girl Does Noir (2010).
©2000
Cally’s Story
appeared in Artifacts, Poisoned Pen Press, Scottsdale, AZ
©2003
Wounded Earth, Joyeuse Press, Gainesville, FL
©1995
Author photo by Randy Batista
Cover design by Rickhardt Capidamonte
Back cover photo by Joe Flintham
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Digital editions by eBooks by Barb for booknook.biz
Other works by Mary Anna Evans:
Novels, all available as ebooks and in print:
Wounded Earth, an environmental thriller
The Faye Longchamp archaeological mysteries:
Artifacts
Relics
Effigies
Findings
Floodgates
Strangers
Plunder
Collections:
Jewel Box, a book-length collection of short stories and essays, available in e-book and print editions
Offerings, an e-book mini-collection of short stories
Individual short stories, all available as e-books:
Low-Budget Monster Flick
Twin Set
Land of the Flowers
A Singularly Unsuitable Word
Starch
Mouse House
Educational non-fiction
Mathematical Literacy in the Middle and High School Grades: A Modern Approach to Sparking Student Interest
For Isaac Asimov and Alfred Hitchcock,
the gentlemen who introduced me
to the clear and focused art of
the short story
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank Amanda Evans and Michael Garmon for reading this volume in manuscript. There are fewer errors than there might have been without their help. Those that remain are all mine.
I’m also grateful to Libby Hellmann for sharing her story The Last Radical
with me and with my readers.
I’d also like to express my gratitude to the editors who first published the work in this volume: Barbara Peters, Ellen Larson, Anthony Neil Smith, Michael Lister, Janet Rudolph, Jim Gilbert, Gail Waller, Claudia Bishop (also known as Mary Stanton), Don Bruns, Jim Huang, and Austin Lugar. I’m grateful for their votes of confidence in publishing my work and for their help in making it the best work I could do.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
FOREWORD—Why Write Short?
LAND OF THE FLOWERS
TWIN SET
LOW-BUDGET MONSTER FLICK
STEALING MONA
A SINGULARLY UNSUITABLE WORD
MOUSE HOUSE
STARCH
THE LAST RADICAL by Libby Hellmann
A BRIEF FORAY OUT OF CRIME FICTION…
AND INTO OTHER WORLDS
YES, IT CAN BE DONE: The Caves of Steel
by Isaac Asimov, an essay on the relationship
between science fiction and crime fiction
JESUP’S FLIGHT
AND NOW WE RETURN TO THE
CRIME FICTION THAT I LOVE SO WELL…
CALLY’S STORY
EXCERPT FROM WOUNDED EARTH
A WORD OF FAREWELL
FOREWORD–WHY WRITE SHORT?
by Mary Anna Evans
I’m a novelist. I think I was born to be a novelist. Name a topic, and I have a whole lot to say on the matter. Ask me to express those opinions in a few pithy sentences, and I’m going to struggle.
Oh, I can do it. My agent tells me that I’m especially good at boiling the plot of one of my novels down to a synopsis consisting of a couple of tight and to-the-point pages. But I prefer to let my storytelling muse flow free…most of the time.
Between books, I like to write short stories. Stories and novels are completely different art forms, and I find that practicing one of those art forms hones my skills in the other. And I use the word hone
intentionally.
To me, short stories are like jewels, finely honed and polished mirror-bright. This is why I chose Jewel Box as the title of this collection. When working with a few thousand words, as opposed to one of my 95,000-word novels, I can make sure that every single one of those words is intentionally chosen and set carefully in its place. Taking this notion to its extreme, I sometimes suggest to beginning writers that they take occasional breaks from their novels to write poetry. Confining one’s thoughts to the fourteen lines of a sonnet or to the meager seventeen syllables of a haiku forces careful and exacting choices. A novelist needs those skills. Just because I have 95,000 words to work with, it doesn’t mean I have license to be sloppy.
This is a collection of mystery short stories, and the mystery genre offers its own challenges. A story that offers a slice of life can be of any length, from a one-page short-short that describes a person’s single moment of illumination to a multi-thousand-page depiction of the most important day in that person’s life. But a mystery story…it has to offer the reader a question and a plot. It has to deliver enough clues to answer that question. As a writer, I sometimes despair over the difficulty of showing a crime and introducing suspects and dropping clues and resolving the mystery, all in just a few pages. But I do so love the challenge.
Join me and my guest, Libby Hellmann, in this jewel box of mystery stories. They were cut and polished just for you.
LAND OF THE FLOWERS
Florida is my adopted home, and this story is a love letter to that home.
In some ways, Florida isn’t so different from my birthplace, Mississippi. In both places, summer is an interminable death march through air so hot and steamy that it’s actually visible to the naked eye. As a result, I don’t completely trust air that I can’t see. To be truly secure, I need to feel it give me a wet and loving slap on the face when I venture out of my air-conditioned home.
Still, Florida has a touch of the exotic that south Mississippi does not. There are palm trees standing tall in the forests here, mixed in among the live oaks and longleaf pines. Gauzy Spanish moss drips from anything that stands still long enough to give the stuff a foothold. The conquistadors stepped ashore here and left behind cities with old Spanish names. And then there are the alligators….
– Mary Anna
LAND OF THE FLOWERS
A composting toilet.
Garrett Levy already knew more than he wanted to know about composting toilets. Environmental engineering had sounded like a glamorous career when he signed up for it, but the reality had been…well, he should have known that cleaning up a planet wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Garrett had spent his years in graduate school learning how to treat various forms of toxic sludge, which meant that he’d spent an entire semester researching the intimate workings of composting toilets.
But he’d never seen one in a private home. Especially not a private home like this one. Congressman Joseph Swain lived in a rustic palace. A sprawling pile of wood and glass, it sat on pilings high above a riverine wetland. With broad eaves overhanging a vast outdoor living space, it was more porch than house. If there was a better place to host a hundred people for the weekend, Garrett couldn’t imagine it.
Congressman Swain’s voice echoed down the hall. We wouldn’t think of installing a septic system out here, even if we could get a permit. This delicate ecosystem could never process the volume of human waste we’re generating here today. And people do seem to like my parties.
The congressman arrived on the heels of his rumbling baritone. He appeared to spend most of those parties taking guests on tours of his environmentally perfect home. Garrett had trailed along after him long enough to hear the first part of his spiel, then drifted away to check out the plumbing. It seemed that his proud tour guide had caught up with him. The bathroom was spacious, but it wasn’t built for five. Garrett sidled toward the door, only to have his escape aborted.
Welcome, Mr. Levy,
the politician said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. It’s so good to have a representative of the Florida Department of Environmental Protection among us.
Garrett was impressed that the man knew who he was. He didn’t ordinarily party with the movers-and-shakers, but his friend Ken had invited Garrett to meet him out here. Maybe Ken had told Swain earlier in the week that he was bringing a guest. Garrett’s cell phone company had been a tad too slow in forwarding the message that Ken was home sick with the flu, so he was here alone, trying not to look like a short, balding wallflower.
With your experience and training, Mr. Levy,
Swain continued, you can appreciate the things we do here. Solar panels give us electricity, water from the sinks is treated and sent to our spray field, and all our biodegradable waste is composted—food, paper, even…well, maybe we don’t want to go into the details of this composting toilet.
A well-coifed redhead tittered.
Composting toilets violate one of our most deep-rooted taboos—keeping our waste out of sight—but they make the best kind of sense. Why waste drinkable water for flushing? Not to mention the problems involved in disposing of treated waste from our sewage plants. Why not turn it into clean, sanitary compost, right in your own home, then use it to make the world around you greener?
The redhead recoiled, then followed Garrett as he made his escape. No wonder Wynnda hates this place,
she muttered under her breath. Realizing she had an audience, she turned her bleach-enhanced smile on Garrett. Do you know that Wynnda says Joseph wants to be out here every single day the legislature’s not in session? She told him to make himself at home, but she’d be staying in Tallahassee, where she has air conditioning and the bugs stay outside where they belong. And where she has a toilet that flushes.
She shuddered and hurried downstairs to the bar.
Garrett strolled out on the balcony. He looked down at the throng gathered on the deck below. They milled around, like the insects that had converged on the congressman’s open-air buffet. Hell, everything was open-air here.
In the far corner of the deck stood a cluster of women who, like the congressman’s other guests, didn’t belong in the swamp. This was not a place for lipstick or toenail polish, but five women with colorful lips and toes stood heads-together, whispering as if they thought they might be heard above the din of the crowd and the soaring melodies of the bluegrass band standing twenty feet away. He recognized Wynnda Swain at the center of the group. Her straight ash-blonde hair framed flawless, pale skin. She was exquisite and so, to Garrett’s eyes, was this house and the wild land around it, but it was no setting for a woman like this one.
Congressman Swain led his tour group out onto the deck and gestured magnanimously toward the bar. He stood nearly a head taller than anyone else around him, and the sunlight caught his shock of white hair. Being handsome was a valuable political tool.
Another bunch of sycophants clad in chinos and deck shoes gathered around him. They were dressed appropriately for the boats that had brought them here, and those rubber-soled low-top shoes had carried them easily down the boardwalk leading from the river to the house, but they’d be wise to stay clear of the wetlands ringing the tiny, sandy spot of high ground that Swain had tamed. North Florida mud would suck the shoes right off their feet. Garrett didn’t think he’d seen anyone at the party, other than him, wearing solid, sensible boots.
He looked down on Swain as he beckoned to Wynnda. Wives could also be valuable political tools, and the congressman had somehow coerced his to attend this party, but he was powerless to make her look happy about it.
An olive-skinned man, short and stout with powerful shoulders, staggered out the balcony door and leaned against the railing, standing about six inches closer than Garrett would have preferred. His personal policy was to keep drunks at least a couple of feet away.
Garrett noticed that, below his khaki shorts, the man’s right lower leg was encased in a white plaster cast and a sandal-like apparatus was strapped around his foot, presumably to protect the cast from whatever its wearer might step in. The other foot was clad in a boot even more worn than Garrett’s own. He rethought his snap judgment. Maybe the man wasn’t drunk. He might be staggering under the influence of his lopsided shoes.
God’s got some sense of humor.
The smell of beer hung around the man’s head like an odorous halo. Garrett re-revised his opinion. His companion was quite inebriated.
Garrett, who’d learned not to encourage drunks who want to talk, allowed himself two words. How so?
How else do you explain a hypocritical jerk like that one,
he said, gesturing toward Swain, being blessed with all this?
A stubby hand waved through the air, encompassing the spectacular house and its overhanging live oaks. Maybe the beautiful wife, too.
Garrett studied the palm-adorned uplands and the marsh and swamp that surrounded them, sheltering a river that was just out of sight. Nestled into the trees below the balcony where they stood was the crown jewel of Swain’s property. In Garrett’s considered opinion, no one man deserved to possess a piece of nature so beautiful, though he would give the congressman credit for sharing it with his partygoing friends.
From their perch on the balcony, Garrett and his drunken companion could gaze down into the opalescent depths of that jewel, a first-magnitude limestone spring. Glass-clear water poured out of the bowels of the earth into its basin, then overspilled into a channel that carried it through an open marsh, then into swampy woods and, eventually, into the river. Some of Swain’s guests had donned scuba gear to explore the cavern that disgorged all that crystalline water. They were dozens of feet below the surface, but Garrett could read the logos printed across the backs of their swim trunks.
Named McGilray’s Hole by a long-gone pioneer, Joseph Swain had possessed the great good sense to buy the property that sheltered it, back when he was a very young man and treasures like this one were still undervalued.
The story of how he built his own personal paradise here was well-known to anybody who read Florida newspapers. Swain had immediately begun the house, doing as much of the work himself as he could. He had cut the trees himself, taking out as few as possible and having them cut into the lumber that framed the structure that had become, for him, the ultimate recycling project. He’d taught himself to do construction work out of books. Then, when his legal practice took off, he had hired professionals to expand the original structure into the home of his dreams.
And he did it all before the wetlands protection laws went into effect that would have made building on this land impossible.
A thought struck him. Garrett squinted at the man at his side. Did you say ‘hypocrite’?
I did.
Why?
I own the adjacent property, just upriver. Inherited it from my old man about ten years ago. I’d love to have a place like this.
But you can’t get a permit to build one?
Damn straight. As soon as Swain got his place just the way he wanted it, he spearheaded tough conservation laws through the legislature. No way he could build a house like this any more. Nobody else can, either. Look around. You see anybody else living out here? I can use my land for hunting and fishing, but that’s about it.
Garrett looked across the pristine waters of McGilray’s Hole, deep into the trees beyond. The swampy woodland floor was alive with a yellow blanket of late-summer sneezeweed. Here and there, the foamy white flowers of water hemlock rose up on stalks as tall as a woman.