The Writer Within

Marge offered a smile and a wave. “Nice run?” The lady held Marge’s look for just a moment. “Yeah.” Marge felt the chill and frowned. “I’m sorry. Have I done something to you?” The blonde turned, sweat running down her hairline. She jerked an earbud from her ear. “What?” “I was wondering what I’ve done to upset you.” Marge stood there, door still in her grasp. The runner gave her a solid looking over. “Nothing. But weren’t you involved in that woman’s death or something?” Marge is an independent writer falsely accused of a murder. She works to prove her innocence while something, or someone, tries to seek help. Will Marge figure it out in time? Or will she draw too much attention?