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"Good Girls Go to Heaven"
Other books by this author that I've reviewed include Home Improvement: Undead Edition, The Mad Scientist’s Guide to World Domination, Half-Off Ragnarok, Midway Relics and Dying Breeds, Games Creatures Play, The Winter Long, Sparrow Hill Road, The InCryptid Prequels, Pocket Apocalypse, Black as Blood, Blocked, White as a Raven's Wing, The Ghosts of Bourbon Street, IM, A Red Rose Chain, "Full of Briars", Reflections, Once Broken Faith, "Dreams and Slumbers", Shadowed Souls, Chaos Choreography.
Genres: Urban Fantasy
A short story, 0.9, in the Ghost Stories urban fantasy series about a road ghost named Rose Marshall.
The Ghost Stories are so sad. The promise of a life to be lived snuffed out. That warm, cozy chat in a darkened cab as Rose exchanges life stories with the person who doesn’t realize that he or she is fated to die.
It’s a sweet way to go, if one must. Something to give hope to his or her survivors, that the going was easy.
And it’s a way for Rose to collect more versions of her own story. Something to cheer her when she loses that jacket.
A knight of the road who sees a cold and hungry young hitchhiker in trouble. That’s how all the stories start. When she’s lucky it’s a hot and juicy hamburger with onions and fries. Maybe a finish with a side of hot apple pie.
After’s when the conversation begins until that moment comes to pass.
Rose Marshall has been a road ghost for over 60 years, guiding truckers
to the right roads.
Larry is a trucker in this story, his faithful truck hoping it’s not true.
The Cover and Title
The cover is a black-and-white close-up of a diner meal. A juicy-looking hamburger on a soft bun with onion slices and lettuce edges poking out. A used bottle of Heinz Tomato Ketchup behind the platter and a crisp pile of french fries in front.
I can only think the title is what Rose hopes, that “Good Girls Go to Heaven”, if she ever feels brave enough to go past the Last Dance Diner.