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Memory of a..........
Memory of a…It had been twenty-four years since she last saw the place, and it hadn’t changed at all. Her mind crawling back, in search of memories. Her initial feeling leaving her in search of…what? She reminded herself, that that time had gone. It seemed so long ago since they’d left, and yet, only yesterday. The bird bath remained in the center of the rose garden where she had placed it, an anniversary gift from him. She could see her face reflected in the mirrored water. She noticed the changes, the facial lines, now like cracks in the fading paint on the rear door. Her hair streaked with...
Golden Boy
Clarissa knew that a murder had been committed. She knew who had done it, and she knew how he had done it. But she also knew that nobody would ever listen to her. Nobody would pay any attention to her. Who was going to believe that Benjamin Rawlston had committed a brutal murder? Who was going to believe that he had done anything wrong at all? That he would so much as park where he shouldn’t or re-use a postage stamp that had escaped the franking machine? Not that he would need to do the latter.Benjamin was the kind of man that people called the golden boy long after his boyhood was left beh...
Know Thy Partner
“Let’s try another one, Cleo. True or false: I once bumped into Dwayne Johnson in a diner,” I said, trying to keep my expression inscrutable.“Who’s Dwayne Johnson?” Cleo asked, craning her neck toward me, shifting beneath the full-coverage cloak the hairdresser had ceremoniously held out for her, easing her in one arm at a time.I sighed heavily from my seat in the reception area, watching tufts of my friend’s thick blonde hair drift to the ground as the stylist maneuvered her head back into position and resumed her measured clipping. It seemed a pointless ritual, though I’d never say as much t...
Less Time
“Everyone down on the ground. Don’t move and nobody gets hurt”, the male voice yelled as he waved a short barrel shotgun around the room. A stern and forceful female voice silenced the room, “Listen up, all we want is the www.onedoor.ccmoney and we will be out the door and you can go right back to your normal little lives.” Using her Glock, she motioned toward the clerks behind the counter, “I need all of you to put the money in bags and make it quick. I know someone here has already pushed the button and we have only a few minutes. Don’t make me shoot someone if I don’t need to.” Out the corner of her eye,...