Suicide Squeeze: Colton Lacombe’s Return to Baseball.

Crime Fiction By Jason P. Reed Stepping into the batter’s box at Bengal park had a way of transporting Colton Lacomb to Little League in Lake Charles, Louisiana, where he first made a name for himself. Never mind that he was a 21 year old freshman. And never mind that the pitchers he faced clockedContinue reading “Suicide Squeeze: Colton Lacombe’s Return to Baseball.”

Go, Cookie, Go

Crime Fiction by G.W. McClary The name’s Cookie. Well, that’s not my real name, but you’ll see why I’m not telling you soon enough. It wasn’t always like this. I wasn’t Cookie until I met Sweet Thing. My brother got locked up a couple months ago. Don’t worry, he’s been in and out all hisContinue reading “Go, Cookie, Go”

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”

Salvatore

Flash Fiction by Shara Janae The piercing headlights of passing cars blur and blotch the road in front of me. I blink them away, but my head throbs with the beat of every white line. I’ve been driving for hours, arms pulled tight as bands, balled fists on the wheel. I unwrap each finger fromContinue reading “Salvatore”

Thirty Years Of Silence

By Melissa R. Mendelson Today said good-bye as its warm light flooded the compartment, settling on her knees. The glass window reflected both hope and sadness, yesterday felt far away, but tomorrow was even further. Her fingertips lingered along the metal frame, shaking with each vibration, and her hand fell toward the speaker near herContinue reading “Thirty Years Of Silence”

Shots Ring Out

By Matthew Senn My daddy was a paranoid man. Had every right to be too, ‘course. He’d always figgered someone would come lookin’ for ‘im one day. Never went into much more detail than that. One mornin’, he hears some shots ring out. He was a corn farmer then, our patch a land went fromContinue reading “Shots Ring Out”

Anger, Lust and Greed

By Scotch Rutherford June 8, 1980 Max was up before the sun. It was a habit he couldn’t shake. Three tours will do that to you. The hooker from the night before was asleep in her clothes next to him. He had that clammy feel on his skin, like he was covered in hair gel.Continue reading “Anger, Lust and Greed”