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Death do us part
Death Do Us Part. By Trinity Gerritsen The water is red with Jeff’s blood. I don’t know what happened, the knife slipped out of my hands and I put the body in the water. The fish continue nibbling at him. I thought to myself "ewwww gross." Then suddenly realized that Jeff is dead. My only brother lying there bleeding out into the lake. I suddenly collapsed into the water and started gathering up what was left of my 26 year old brother. There wasn't much left though only his eyes and one of his hands so I took them home and decided to put his eyes in a jar and his hand in another jar. I put the...
The Crime of the Orange Inspector
“‘Adorbiez,’ I get it. They’re orb-shaped and they’re adorable. Funny!” The FDA inspector stopped rolling the navel orange in his palm when he realized the fruit vendor hadn’t congratulated him on his cleverness. “Adorb was my great-grandfather’s name.” “Oh- I mean-”“Nah, I’m just joshing,” the vendor cut across the fumbled apology and clapped a big hand on his shoulder. “You got it in one. Name’s Cuthbert Maxwell. Let me get that badge and we’ll get this meeting started, eh?”The inspector passed over the shiny shield that proudly stated he was Miles Salazar, CSO. And he still couldn’t believe...
Lennie and the Doughnuts
After 45 years in the army as a soldier and military cop I retired a year ago. 6 months passed while I worked in the garden, lounged in coffee shops and sleep-watched TV and I discovered I wasn’t cut out to be a retiree. I needed something to keep me occupied. My pension took care of all my needs so I looked around for something to do. But what?The army and my entire background had taught me how to be a military man. I was a soldier through and through. I thought like one. I behaved like one. Always dressed properly, always shaven. No skills. Except for what I had learned in the last 10 years ...
Smells like mom's cooking
Malissa had laid a fresh batch of cookies on the kitchen counter. The smell quickly filled the room, and Malissa felt sad. Over the last few months, she couldn't wrap her head around anything, other than the plan she had devised. She savoured the aroma and enjoyed a moment of silence. To hell with this, like she hadn't experienced enough silence over the last 7 months and 14 days, when she swore revenge on Mr. Spitz, her mothers former employer, and the owner of a local bakery. The plan was supposed to set in motion at exactly 14:00 when the first guest was supposed to arrive, with Mr. Spit...