This fun little mystery is up at Kings River Life.
http://kingsriverlife.com/03/10/the-note-mystery-short-story/
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
The Stranger Amongst Us
The Sunday Flash Factory 5 to 50/55 challenge prompt words in bold.
The man's face belonged in a museum, in the section for the not famous, for those whose advice was feared, a concealed room of an antiquated, forgotten period, one where the man's secret would remain just that, where no one would learn he was the unknown artifact from Pandora's Box.
The man's face belonged in a museum, in the section for the not famous, for those whose advice was feared, a concealed room of an antiquated, forgotten period, one where the man's secret would remain just that, where no one would learn he was the unknown artifact from Pandora's Box.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
A Satisfying Afternoon
The Sunday Flash Factory 5 to 50/55 challenge prompt words in bold.
She won the award for best tattoos. She always wanted bigger breasts. Now she had them, albeit on her back. She saw his reflection in the window, standing behind her, staring. He smelled of savory. Said he was an Italian oil baron, never looked at her face. Asked if she wanted lunch. He tasted wonderful.
She won the award for best tattoos. She always wanted bigger breasts. Now she had them, albeit on her back. She saw his reflection in the window, standing behind her, staring. He smelled of savory. Said he was an Italian oil baron, never looked at her face. Asked if she wanted lunch. He tasted wonderful.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Brothers Forever
The stench grew stronger as I approached the rusted utility cart filled with mangled bicycles. The wagon and its contents stood as a monument to the four members of the Crescent Valley Mountain Bike Club, my brother among them, who died ten years and three days ago when Clarence Bonnell drove his Jeep into a pack of riders.
The judge dismissed the DWI and murder charges on a technicality. Clarence left Harriston the next day. He returned last week to attend his mother's funeral.
Blinking away the memory, I followed the scent up to the shrine and looked into the mound of disfigured metal. Amongst the rusted spokes, chains, and crossbars, I saw the silver glint of a watchband. I reached down and lifted one of the frames. The bodies of Clarence and his brother-in-law/lawyer, Franklin Demming, III, were still recognizable, as were the single bullet holes in each forehead. I inhaled the aroma of their putrefied corpses and held my breath. I hadn't smelled anything as sweet in ten years and three days.
The judge dismissed the DWI and murder charges on a technicality. Clarence left Harriston the next day. He returned last week to attend his mother's funeral.
Blinking away the memory, I followed the scent up to the shrine and looked into the mound of disfigured metal. Amongst the rusted spokes, chains, and crossbars, I saw the silver glint of a watchband. I reached down and lifted one of the frames. The bodies of Clarence and his brother-in-law/lawyer, Franklin Demming, III, were still recognizable, as were the single bullet holes in each forehead. I inhaled the aroma of their putrefied corpses and held my breath. I hadn't smelled anything as sweet in ten years and three days.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
I Can't Win
The Sunday Flash Factory 5 to 50/55 challenge prompt words in bold.
My sister poisoned my relationship with Father. She baked Biscotti Toscani, served it with his favorite liquid pleasure. I struggled with the rigatoni. I knitted him a sweater and studied history. I wore dresses similar to mom's. One day he told me to stop. "My god, you have a penis!"
My sister poisoned my relationship with Father. She baked Biscotti Toscani, served it with his favorite liquid pleasure. I struggled with the rigatoni. I knitted him a sweater and studied history. I wore dresses similar to mom's. One day he told me to stop. "My god, you have a penis!"
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