Author. Storyteller. Educator.
I became a private investigator the day my sister died. Never mind that I was only a girl of 13 and she was 32. Thirteen and a girl is just as good as anything else. All you need is common sense, the ability to observe things,, and some sneak in you. To tell you the truth, my age and the fact that I was a girl helped me blend in and appear harmless to the one who killed her.
Honey Whiskey Murders
As a private investigator, you must live inside a case—see it, smell it, get your hands dirty—then, and only then, do you really know what you’re up against. Most of the time, things aren’t too complicated, but every once in a while you’ll come across a situation that throws you for a loop. Take the Brownfield case, for example. Sit down for a minute. Imagine this.
Barely South Review
It’s supposed to be an unending sea of bluegrass out there, but instead it’s an ocean of questionable decisions. Maybe you should just turn it all into a meadow; it might be nice to be the scourge of the neighborhood as long as there are a thousand lemon yellow beauties winking at you.
THE DEATH OF THE FATHER
Flash Fiction Magazine
When I got home from work, I found Pop in a heap on the porch. An enforcement drone had burrowed a small but lethal hole in the base of his skull. Left behind was a small black box projecting his infraction on the front door: “75th violation of the Save Our Planet Act. The earth is worth it.”
About the Author
Staci Mercado won a Midwest Book Award for her historical fiction novel, Seeking Signs (Four Feathers Press, 2013). She has published work in Broad Street, Barely South Review, Flash Fiction Magazine, and Our Iowa, and has work forthcoming in Fiction Southeast. Staci teaches writing at her local high school and works as a creative writing professor in an MFA program. She was awarded the 2017 Outstanding Literary Arts Educator Award from the Midwest Writing Center.