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Late night beers
CW for mentions of death and minor mentions of suicideAllan awoke with a start. His phone was vibrating rapidly on his bedside table. Not the phone he used for personal matters, but instead his simple burner phone. The one he used for work. The one that could be remotely wiped by the press of a buwww.onedoor.cctton. The one where he received orders to do reconnaissance on those who are having people paid to kill them. He sat up and tried to put on his best ‘awake’ voice for the person on the other end of the line.“Wa-h-wha-who is it?” he said. “Hello Allan. It’s Sara. Are you home right now?”“Y-Yes? Why wou...
All I Wanted To Do Was Check My Emails
"How was your day today, Walter?" Henry asks me. I'm tired, I think to myself. Tired. I worked an extremely long day today, on my feet all day and only a 15 minute lunch break. That would explain the grumbling noises in my stomach. I'm extremely hungry as well. Hungry and very,very tired. I'm really not in the mood to talk to Henry tonight. All I wanted to do was check my emails. That's the only reason why I turned on my computer. To check my emails. I should have just changed into something comfortable, sat on the couch while I filled my stomach with food and watched TV. I would've star...
The last "415"
She answered the door topless. Patrolman Jim Bob White, Tybee Island’s newest cop, was responding to a noise complaint, something the police department dealt with on a nightly basis during “touron” season. Even though he was a rookie, he had already responded to several noise complaints this summer, but none like this.Tybee Island, off the coast of Georgia, is home to about 3,500 year-round residents, but around 8,000 come for their summer vacations each week and are joined each weekend by additional 2,000 day trippers from nearby Savannah. The “tourons,” as the locals call them, bring more c...
My Hippocampus is not Working
My Hippocampus is not working. Don’t you remember Eric?I do not remember an Eric. Of course only you could put that down to my having a selective memory. You are saying he was the one who beat me at Chess every time we played. I’m sure only George could ever beat me in those days. My memory of ever actually playing Chess against an Eric escapes me. Is it important?I do not care one iota if he is now a Grand Champion. OK Grand Master, you still are a stickler for absolute correctness. That is something that hasn’t changed over the years.An iota? Don’t you know anything? It is only the ninth or...