Frumpy middle-aged writer realizes the only way she can sell books is if she’s dead and even then, it doesn’t look too promising. Disinterested husband and grown children no longer need her, so she socks away the spare change she fishes out of the washing machine and behind couch cushions until she has enough to buy a hefty life insurance policy with no exclusions. Then she takes up swimming with sharks.
Murder Mystery: Sharks attack and no one is too surprised until they find out her sunblock was spiked with dried fish blood.
Suspense Thriller: There’s a close call with the sharks and someone filmed it. Video goes viral. Books start selling. But then “accidents” start happening. Did one of the beneficiaries find out about the life insurance, or are the shark-fin moguls trying to off the sharks’ vocal new advocate?
What do you think?