Monthly photo mini-mystery
T WAS A BEAUTIFUL April morning, though some might call it a bit chilly. So far, I had done alright, selling several dozen paperbacks and a few hardcovers.
Mr. Theodore Davis was the current president; he was the epitome of the workaholic.
RITA LOOKED OVER THE NOTES pinned to the tree, looking for one note in particular. Eventually, she found it, slightly covered by yet another posting. The note simply read, "Rita, I burn for you. Call me."