Old Ninety-Seven

By Byron Spooner It’s one of those strange evenings when the moonlight reflecting off yesterday’s snow gives the whole world a soft bluish radiance. I’m out wandering around, no particular place to go, anywhere but home, and I see the Field House lights are on. The front door is unlocked. I stomp the snow fromContinue reading “Old Ninety-Seven”

Thinking of You

By Tony Sweatland Danny loves animals. And he hates people. Yesterday he knocked on a door and a woman wearing pj’s answered with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. Meanwhile, not twenty feet away, a small dog shivered in a plastic igloo-style dog house inside a 10’ by 10’ cage. He wrote herContinue reading “Thinking of You”

A Fast Weekend

By William D. Higgs III Some people called me a “private detective,” but I thought of myself as a fixer. People came to me with problems, and I fixed them. Someone thought their husband was screwing around, so I’d follow the bastard, take a few pictures of him going into a seedy motel, and getContinue reading “A Fast Weekend”

The Keeper

By Maryanne Knight Trent Hollis accelerated, the highway curving out of the mountains into Peru’s Pampa de San José, home to the ancient Nazca geoglyphs. His fiancé, Paige Osborne, had one hand on the dashboard, the other gripping the seat. Their meeting with the Peruvian Ministry of Culture had not gone well. The ministry lovedContinue reading “The Keeper”

Tool

by VT Comics and Chris Bunton Drowning. He awoke drowning.  Underwater in the middle of a dark frigid sea with no clue which way was up or where to find air. Drowning was not the right word, because he was very tough, and difficult to kill. But, he certainly would need some air rather quickly.  HeContinue reading “Tool”

Bedford Drive

By Charles Jacobson Los Angeles: Friday, April 4, 1958. 8:06 pm. Detective Ken Stricker left his ailing mother at the Valley Hospital, put on a coat and slid into his black ’56 Packard. Vice had been quiet. He caught a 273 and 314 on the scanner, switched it off and dialed in Guy Lombardo. VeeringContinue reading “Bedford Drive”

I’m Tired of Murder

By David Larson Chapter one “Damn, I’m getting tired of murder.” “Did you say something, Clarence? Do you want another cup of coffee” Your breakfast should be out next.” “I’m sorry Helen, I was talking to myself. I read this editorial in the paper where the writer thinks all the deaths in the last monthContinue reading “I’m Tired of Murder”

Milk for Kenny

By Kevin Decky I. “Hey hon, do we have any milk for Kenny?”  Geoffrey called over his shoulder with the screen door open so that half of Kenny could see into the Keenan’s house.  “What?” “Milk.  Milk for Kenny.  Kenny’s at the door!” “For God’s sake, it’s third time this week.” “Really?” “Yeah, he wasContinue reading “Milk for Kenny”

Safe House

By Chelsea M. Brown Charlie stood in front of the gray mansion with peeling paint and a dark front yard. She held the address on a slip of paper in front of her, matching it to the loose numbers hanging above the door frame. She was certain she had the wrong location. There was noContinue reading “Safe House”