Tag: crime
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FICTION — The Hot Tub
Her children put ads in the local papers for “Companion and helper to an older woman with a cheerful disposition. Mom loves to play cards and board games. Live on her estate in Germantown. Pay commensurate with experience.” They received over seventy emailed responses. Charles Grayson, as the eldest son, was charged with winnowing out…
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FLASH FICTION — The Peace of Completion and Release
She never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen. I leaned forward. One step. Two. I breathed the words I knew she needed to hear. I didn’t mean a word of them. Her pink, sweet lips parted in a beckoning smile, and I…
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FLASH FICTION — Sleeping at the Rum Cherry Motel
His eyes opened slowly. A pool of drool had formed in the cheap motel pillow, leaving his cheek and chin wet. Todd had been out cold, but only slept for three hours. Golden morning sunlight poured through the room’s only window. He reached out and smacked the alarm clock into silence. Allowing his body to remain…
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FICTION — Dead Ringer
“Goddamit, Ice, I’ve paid you good money, a dozen fuckin’ times. Now I need a job done…I’m willing to pay double, and you fuckin’ wimp out on me,” Rocco spat, his puffy, pig shaped face twisted in anger. Angela Marie “Ice” Fratanelli sat in the passenger seat of Rocco’s Mercedes in Grant Park and listened,…
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FICTION — I’ve Done My Time
Three square meals a day, luxurious heating and air conditioning comfort, fresh linens, hot showers – what more can a man ask for? But I’ve done my time here. Blue-shirt staff slams my door shut, metal clanging and keys rattling. Blue-shirt waves good night, and I smile like a good patient should. Once his…
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FICTION — Under the Skin
“What’s the connection between a high school senior, a drunk pug, and Little Shop of Horrors?” Detective Peter Vays stared at a folded slip of yellow paper. He wanted to unfold it, but- If he didn’t look at it, it wasn’t real. And neither he nor Thomas would be forced to face what the…
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FICTION — Payback
The life of Detective Jodi Cinto was in chaos. She’d been in the process of divorcing Tony when he rendered the process moot by driving her brand new car into a tree while traveling sixty miles per hour. His blood alcohol level was three times the legal limit. His mother, Carlotta – aka the…
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FLASH FICTION — No Dumping
“What do you think you’re doing?” “Who the hell are you?” “I asked you first” “What does it look like I’m doing? Same as you” “No, no, no! This is my spot!” “What do you mean? I’ve been coming to this place for some twelve years now” “So? I’ve got five years on you” “Seventeen…
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FLASH FICTION — Strike n’ Smash
I have to admit, I fucked up again, and this time I ain’t got a leg to stand on. I’m up shit’s creak and the only paddle I got is a damn public defender. At first I was free, free as a bird. Damn it felt good to step past that razor edged steel gate and…
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