By H.A.L. Wagner The school bus blocks my view of Murray Russel’s new place. The city obviously didn’t do their predator checking lately. Murray shouldn’t be within 1,000 feet of this stop. Just another pleasurable reason to take this bastard out. The bus passes leaving no child behind. In the large picture window stands Murray.Continue reading “Seen It Many Times”
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Visiting Mom
By Seamus O’ Leary Nubs drove his grey 1990 Lincoln Town Car through the toll plaza on I-90 in Chicago, while holding his cell phone to his ear with the three fingers of his left hand. “I’m going to visit with my ma. I’ll only be a little bit, and then I’ll meet you there.”Continue reading “Visiting Mom”
Bank Robbery Hostage
By A. Williams Jason ran his hand through his dark curly hair as he stood in line at the bank. His boss hadn’t even wanted to let him off early even though he knew the bank closed at 5 p.m. He hated his job. “Put your cell phones away! Don’t want you calling the copsContinue reading “Bank Robbery Hostage”
.38
By Seamus O’Leary Jack’s slim form moved through the dancers on the night club floor, like a panther moving through a jungle of flashing lights. Nubs followed, and everyone got out of his way. They entered a door in the back, which opened into a short hall lit by fluorescent lights in the ceiling, andContinue reading “.38”
My Wife’s Brother
By Steven James Cordin I woke up with Joe’s gun in my face. I rolled over on to my side and shut my eyes. “Whatever it is, can it wait till after I have some coffee?” “You ruined my life!” Joe screamed. “You are a dead man!” I opened my eyes again. The clock onContinue reading “My Wife’s Brother”
That Money
By Seamus O’ Leary The hood was ripped off Darrel’s head and he found himself strapped to a metal folding chair in a basement somewhere. He was next to a long haired guy who was strapped down also. In front of him stood two men, a well built guy who held a pistol and aContinue reading “That Money”
The Hitman and His Wife
By Gratia Serpento “Goddammit, Arthur. Tell me that isn’t a dead body on my brand new couch.” “That isn’t a dead body on your brand new couch.” He rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s a dead body. Look at it!” “I don’t want to look at it!” His wife, Lorna hissed, wringing her hands. “WhyContinue reading “The Hitman and His Wife”
By Morning
By Andy Betz By morning they would come for me. I stole the funds, in small quantities, over a long time. A little here. A little there. I have been careful over the years. But, not careful enough. Walter, my associate, caught me last week. It took him nearly as long to research the lostContinue reading “By Morning”
Madeline
By Nicole Mancha I shift in my chair for the fifth time in twice as many minutes, attempting to relieve the discomfort of the stiff metal backing against my spine. Dr. Maryanne Warner sits across from me, scribbling furiously. It’s exhausting to watch, so I cannot even imagine how it must be for her. SheContinue reading “Madeline”
Bag of Soap
By Dick Johnson I was in the county jail. I won’t say which one. But, I was locked up in a cell block with 6 other guys. We were all awaiting trial. The cell block was made up of 2 cells with bunks, connected by a day room, with a table. The jail was overcrowdedContinue reading “Bag of Soap”