Nothing’s Changed

Great Flash Fiction by KT Bartlett I needed to focus. What I wanted to do was keep driving past the house, but we had a job to do. My hands clenched the wheel as I pulled into the narrow dirt driveway and maneuvered the car to a stop. Xavier Hillman sat in the passenger seatContinue reading “Nothing’s Changed”

Simon Barber, Plumber

Crime Fiction by John Ahlfors Avid armchair sports fan, beer enthusiast, bookworm and retired plumber, Simon Barber was turning eighty-one, his square birthday. “You know, nine times nine,” he explained to his wife, Faye, who rolled her eyes. Heaving deep breaths, Simon battled to blow out the roar of candles. Never had he thought he’dContinue reading “Simon Barber, Plumber”

A Fast Weekend

Crime Fiction 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,Continue reading “A Fast Weekend”

Dead Short

Crime Fiction By Tony Sweatland The cops showed up while Mickey was in surgery. Liz didn’t say much other than the basics. He tried to get me, we fought back. He shot at Mickey. Mickey shot back. They still had plenty of questions but they were understanding of the situation and made arrangements to talkContinue reading “Dead Short”

Him

Crime Fiction By Megan Thompson “The dead still get goosebumps”, I state with a sly smile to the group that has gathered in the office kitchen. They give me a chuckle, and I wink back. They are used to these odd statements from me, it’s one of my signatures moves. What they perceive as “quirky”,Continue reading “Him”

Wrong Place; Right Crime

Crime Fiction by Marek Z. Turner Biting his lip, Jack contemplated the risk he was taking. His parole conditions specified no alcohol. Yet, there he was on his first day as a free man, rocking on the spot in front of the rows of chilled lager on display at the rear of the Hudson Mart.Continue reading “Wrong Place; Right Crime”

Will You Love Me Tomorrow?

Flash Fiction By Ernie Sadashige “I thought you said you loved me.” Won Ton’s words cut deep, deeper than the katana sword which he aimed at my heart. Red reflections pulsed along shimmering steel, mirroring blood on water whenever the neon sign on the window blinked: Eat in. Take out. Won Ton and I wereContinue reading “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?”

A Bottle of Vodka

Flash Fiction By Dick Johnson It was summer when Joe walked into the bar on 2nd street. It was the same old place, and Billy was sitting in his same old spot, while the juke box played the same old “Sweet Home Alabama”, and people danced around. “Joe! You’re out! Let me buy you aContinue reading “A Bottle of Vodka”

Labor Day with the Family

By Dick Johnson The food smelled delightful and everyone was there; even Uncle Fred.  Nobody talked to him or even went around him. You’d think he’d get the hint, but apparently not. It was Labor Day. Everybody was drinking and the music was playing, just like all our family functions. It was a party, andContinue reading “Labor Day with the Family”