The Ruby Redhead_White Lobster_An Accident_Another Chance at Life
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The Ruby Redhead
November 3rd, 1939Ruby Dove Found Dead by Hotel StaffRuby Dove, 26, was discovered dead in her room at the Beverly Hills Hotel of an apparent overdose of sleeping pills late Wednesday night. The striking redhead was found in her bed by hotel staff at 9pm. She had been dead an estimated six hours. Her body was taken to County Morgue, where Coroner Bertrand Humphrey said after an autopsy he could give a “presumptive opinion” that death was due to a drug overdose. Several empty Veronal bottles were found amongst her possessions, with prescription dates of only two or three days ago. Ms Dove, a fo...
White Lobster
I like to search for treasures in the sand. I walk up and down the beach with my handheld metal detector and wave it back and forth, listening for beeps. It's soothing, and it gives me a chance to think.The metal detector was a gift from my wife, Sienna. She gave it to me for my fortieth birthday because she said I needed a hobby. She also hoped that maybe I'd find something valuable. Once in a while, it pays off. It's amazing how much jewelry people lose on the beach. Last Tuesday, I found two dollars and seventy-eight cents, a broken digital Casio wristwatch, a bunch of bottle caps, three on...
An Accident
“What do you wanna do?” asked Jerry, as he lay on the porch, watching a dog chase a cat.“I don’t know. What do you?” asked Brian. There was a pause as both boys considered their options. “We could watch TV,” said Brian. Jerry shook his head.“There’s nothing good on.” He had spent most of the summer lazing in front of the TV and had memorized when his favorite shows were on.“I guess we could skateboard or something,” said Brian.“Ooh! Yewww.onedoor.ccah! I just got a new pair of rollerblades for my birthday. I’ve been wanting to try them out!” exclaimed Jerry.“Okay, let’s go. We can go into the garage.” Both...
Another Chance at Life
Sally Birmingham shouldn’t be driving; she knows. She drank three big glasses of red wine at dinner earlier and is still feeling a little tipsy. But when Charles mentioned his mother, Bridget, is coming over for brunch tomorrow, she realized she had completely forgotten the eggs for the quiche. Bridget is so Hoity toity that if Sally doesn’t have a quiche with Sunday brunch, she will never hear the end of it. So here she is, drinking and driving on a Saturday at almost midnight. She pulls into the local grocery store, making sure to park her Range Rover away from the other cars, out of habit....