You probably don’t know who I’m talking about, but I’m sitting on the train across from a woman that’s a dead ringer for Angela Lansbury.
I must have the stupidest grin on my face because she keeps giving me major stink eye, peering at me from over an ancient looking, leather bound journal.
There’s a twinkle in her eye, really it’s more like a spark; a sharp, sudden ignition which explodes across her retina and she’s off; writing with fury.
Almost instantly, there is a tightness in my chest that begins radiating down my left arm; it grows heavy and stiff, as if rigor mortis has set in.
My breath comes in jagged gasps, like I’ve been thrown into racing white water.
With the arm still in my control I claw at her for help. A bunch of her floral dress catches in my near death grip.
She looks down at my helpless pawing then continues, rapidly scratching at her journal.
Why won’t she help?
I see no pity or concern in those eyes, just sheer fascination.
I know, and I’m certain she does too, that I’m seconds from death. What could she possibly be writing in this moment?
Murder, She Wrote
First episode date: September 30, 1984
Final episode date: May 19, 1996
No. of episodes: 264 (+4 TV movies)