Not Music to My Ears_Catch-22_Stamp of Disapproval_The Heart of a Wanderer
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Not Music to My Ears
CW: Mention of death by suicide/homicide.“Normally, one cannot distinguish between homicidal poisoning and suicidal poisoning,” a hoarse voice from the witness stand rasps.Unless someone cries too much or too little.I shush my mind. I am not here in the capacity of an advocate or a private investigator. But just as a teenager sent to the courtroom to figure out if she is meant to pursue law.The Judge, honourable C.K. Gopal looks on impassively at the prosecuting witness. And coughs.“That will be all, your honour,” the rotund prosecuting advocate with a wide smile theatrically expands his arms ...
Catch-22
*strong language, discretion is advisedAh, my head hurts! ‘What do you want to do with him, Sir?’ asked a gruff voice. ‘Just drop him!’ answered someone, a voice like honeyed oil, thick, sweet and gut churning. Where the hell am I? Why can’t I see anything? Is there… is there something over my head? What the hell? My head hurts so badly. Did someone knock me out? I wonder if I’m bleeding? No! I can’t feel anything wet back there. At least that’s some good news. I probably have a concussion though, need to get it checked out as soon as I can. What the hell is this thing? Is it a bag? I’ll make ...
Stamp of Disapproval
Junior philatelist Davy Santos placed his rare, three-cent George Washington special into a windowed display card in the center of his table. Booth after booth, lined up side by side, filled the Sarasota Municipal Auditorium, home to the annual Sarasota National Stamp Exhibition. Some dealers displayed their wares on folding display boards, some on fancy swiveling racks, many in albums, a few in locked, glass-covered collectors’ boxes. Except for the George Washington special, Davy had a modest display of stamps in neat transparent envelopes organized in alphabetical order by country. These h...
The Heart of a Wanderer
"I never wanted this life," I say. My eyes flicker to Lewie, gauging his reaction to the one secret I have kept from him. I wait for what I know is coming: Anger. Annoyance. Frustration. I had lied to him. He is training me to be one of them. I told him I was excited. I had told him I wanted this. What else could I have said when my father took me to him. But Lewie's face is calm. "It's a little late to back out." Lewie smiles. He has been with the wanderer's all his life, all thirty-five years. His hair falls to just above his ears, the locwww.onedoor.ccks as black as night. His obsidian eyes stare into ...