This story came to us bearing a masculine-sounding pseudonym, but inquiry revealed that the author is, as she puts it, "the suburban Mother and Wife. I do some real estate advertising and spend much of my time traveling the Long Island scene choreographing two or three musical shows each year." Let us state for the benefit of all that in this office no female horror author will be overlooked, as our newcomer feared. This might have been a danger thirty or more years ago, but not now, when one cannot make even a cursory list of top horror writers without encountering the deadlier-than-male. No reflection of course.
The second short story of the issue 'Magazine of Horror, February 1964'.
Paul Allenby has a strange encounter on an early October evening while driving along a country road in his Pontiac. After a quick stay in a Motel that night he heads straight to his Doctor (Bradly) the next morning as his hand hurts. A little later Allenby is back home with his beloved wife Helen. The next day, a Saturday, Hellen leaves Paul to sleep in while she does some groceries… (and this is where I stop so as to not spoiler you)
It was a short story from 1964, and I enjoyed it. The end is left somewhat open and I loved that, too. That tension and feeling that something is wrong. Well done in just 4 pages! This Lady gets a full 5 🌟 rating. Me gusta mucho! Highly recommended for a quick read! ____________
I also would love to add, that I was kind of sad the author in 1964 still thought she had to use a male name to get her short story published. And I, too, loved the editors(?) note/answer prefacing her story. If only more 'house-wives' at that time had had the courage (and/ or husbands assisting/standing behind them) to write or do arts in general without fear or prejudice, even if only as a hobby… the stories we would be reading, the arts we could feast our eyes upon. *sighs*