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Cozy Mysteries

41 stories, newest first

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Cozy mystery short stories start with a detail that does not fit. A signature looks wrong, a door was locked that should have been open, a figure in the books is off by just enough. The woman who notices is no detective. She knows her own work and her own town, and that is how she reads the clues. There is no gore and no police procedure, the clues are on the page before the answer, and each mystery is solved by the last line.

I Sold Fried Pies From the Same Corner of the Square for 19 Years — Until Someone Started Filling the Complaint Box
My Son Said We Had to Sell Our Farm to Cover His Father's Debts. At the Gate, I Showed Him the Debtor's Mark.
My Son Accused My New Boyfriend of Being a Crook. The Proof He Was Lying Was on the Bottom of the Wedding China.
"Our Father's Good Name Is at Stake," My Brother Told Me. He Didn't Know I Still Knew How to Read His Debts.
My Brother Asked Me to Frame Our Father's Proudest Moment. So I Asked Him About the Pawn Ticket I Found Inside.
My Sister Insisted Our Father Was Too Senile to Run His Motel. She Didn't Know Her Husband Was Causing All the 'Accidents'.
My new boyfriend's son said I was losing my touch with my bees. The proof he was the liar was in a single drop of honey.
I Trusted My Oldest Supplier for 30 Years — Until I Saw a Pot I Gave His Wife in My Rival's Display.
My New Boss Accused Me of Leaking Employee Data to Get Me Fired. At the All-Staff Meeting, I Showed Them His IP Address.
My Son Tried to Sell My House Out From Under Me After His Father Died. He Forgot I Was the One Who Saved It.
"It's for your own good, Mom," my sons said. I brought my late husband's blackmailer to the lawyer's office.
My son accused my new friend of stealing my inheritance. At the 'intervention' he called, I brought out the heirloom chair he'd tampered with.

Cozy Mysteries

I Sold Fried Pies From the Same Corner of the Square for 19 Years — Until Someone Started Filling the Complaint Box

My Son Said We Had to Sell Our Farm to Cover His Father's Debts. At the Gate, I Showed Him the Debtor's Mark.

My Son Accused My New Boyfriend of Being a Crook. The Proof He Was Lying Was on the Bottom of the Wedding China.

"Our Father's Good Name Is at Stake," My Brother Told Me. He Didn't Know I Still Knew How to Read His Debts.

My Brother Asked Me to Frame Our Father's Proudest Moment. So I Asked Him About the Pawn Ticket I Found Inside.

My Sister Insisted Our Father Was Too Senile to Run His Motel. She Didn't Know Her Husband Was Causing All the 'Accidents'.

My new boyfriend's son said I was losing my touch with my bees. The proof he was the liar was in a single drop of honey.

I Trusted My Oldest Supplier for 30 Years — Until I Saw a Pot I Gave His Wife in My Rival's Display.

My New Boss Accused Me of Leaking Employee Data to Get Me Fired. At the All-Staff Meeting, I Showed Them His IP Address.

My Son Tried to Sell My House Out From Under Me After His Father Died. He Forgot I Was the One Who Saved It.

"It's for your own good, Mom," my sons said. I brought my late husband's blackmailer to the lawyer's office.

My son accused my new friend of stealing my inheritance. At the 'intervention' he called, I brought out the heirloom chair he'd tampered with.

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