Lida Bushloper

A Bag Of Bagels: A Yom Kippur Mystery Short Story

by Lida Bushloper

Walt trudged from the bus stop toward his brother’s house in the chill of an early autumn evening. The sack of bagels swung annoyingly against his leg. His face was puckered in a scowl. I should have given this all up months ago. It never did get me anywhere, not when Dad was alive and certainly not since. Walt’s brother Ted had remained adamant about maintaining the terms of their father’s will.

Born On the 4th of July: A July 4th Mystery Short Story

by Lida Bushloper

I knocked on the door of Mama Steve’s cottage. Nobody ever locked their doors in our tiny town of only six thousand people, But Esther Stevenson, known affectionately all over town as Mama Steve, would be 100 years old on the 4th of July, and I didn’t want to startle her. Mama Steve was expecting me, so when I didn’t get an answer to my knock, I opened the door and went in. I was there to interview her for our weekly newspaper’s special 4th of July edition.