He took a long drag off of his cigarette as he looked down the Main Street of Copper Springs. A café, mom and pop mercantile and other shops lined the charming street. But something was missing he thought; a murder. Yes, this town was crying out for a murder; a sleepy town where everyone knew their neighbors and worshipped together needed that little something that only a murder could deliver. Small town life is different and the people who resided here should be reminded that everything is not as it should be.  He tossed his cigarette butt on the ground and noticed the sign….Keep Copper Springs Beautiful-Please do not litter. He reached into the trash can and pulled some of it out and threw it on the ground. He laughed and thought, these people need something real to worry about. The best part was listening to the shallow breaths right before death. Ivan Mills was tired of life so he left on a road trip looking for something to revive his interest. He had no destination in mind as he left the bustle of the Big Apple.  There was no shortage of suggestions from acquaintances as to where he should wander, even the guy at the news stand had an opinion; tropical paradises, Europe to South America but he wasn’t interested in tourism; he was interested in people and what made them tick; what were their fears, desires. Then he could go about doing what he did best, scaring them to death.  He headed south; he appreciated the south with its slower pace and hospitality and thought he could use a little of both. He had never been to Georgia so that’s where he went; perhaps he could find one of those Georgia peaches everyone raved about. He saw the Copper Springs sign: “Welcome to Copper Springs; where the chicken crosses the road-no questions asked.” He smiled and decided Copper Springs was the place. He pulled of Main Street and parked. He took a stroll down the main street and saw a small shop with bistro type tables and chairs out front. At first glance he thought it was a café but it was a small book store that served coffee and pastries to its patrons with a relaxed place to enjoy it. A perfect place to take the pulse of the town… ...yes, there is more to this story…
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