Tag Archives: Short Story

The Cost Of Doing Business

Crime Fiction by Pamela Ebel Jackie stared at what was left of the Toscani cigar in the ash tray as she sprayed air freshener around the living room. Tossing the empty beer bottle into the garbage can she considered how to handle the phone call to her sister. She and Christine had both been involvedContinue reading “The Cost Of Doing Business”

Pieces Of The Heart

Crime Fiction by Christine McDevitt It has been three months since Edwin Charles Lexington III’s wife had died. Edwin (Ed) had always hated his name. His grandparents immigrated from England in the 1800’s and had wanted to keep some of their heritage, so they had continued the name. The first Edwin Charles Lexington, had beenContinue reading “Pieces Of The Heart”

The Thinker

Crime Fiction by John Haymaker No sooner had the black stretch limo pulled up curbside in front of an abandoned tenement building in the Bronx, but the passenger side opened and a muscular young man, wearing a black sport jacket over a black turtleneck, jumped out and ran around to open the passenger door. ThreeContinue reading “The Thinker”

The Fortune Cookie

Crime Fiction by Jim Wright “I swear on the soul of my Doberman, Jeanette,” said Trevor. “I got no feelings for Vicky anymore. Honest. You’re the one I love. As soon as I see her again, I’m ending it.” The couple sat across from each other in a corner booth at Tio’s Chinese Palace. TheyContinue reading “The Fortune Cookie”

Teddy As In Bear

Crime Fiction by Lissa Muir No matter what you think of me, you can’t deny I’m not like the other guys. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. I have a BA in finance, for instance, and graduated with a 4.0 GPA. Others were educated, too, but they were social outcasts with sub-par gradesContinue reading “Teddy As In Bear”

Holding The Bag

Crime Fiction by J. David Harper My money was on the fat guy in the tracksuit, but the brunette with the diamond stud earrings and the Louis Vuitton bag swore he didn’t show up until after the shooting. Besides, she said, she saw the whole thing and the shots came from the other direction, soContinue reading “Holding The Bag”

Making A Call

Crime Fiction by J. Marquez Jr. The second he put eyes on the silver Honda Civic with the words, WASH ME, scrawled across the blanket of dirt that covered its rear window Chico made the call he’d been making since childhood. A series of cracks that looked more like the webs under Spiderman’s armpits grewContinue reading “Making A Call”

The Night Before Larry Was Stretched

Flash Fiction by Frank Sonderborg We sat on Larry’s prison bed and reminisced about our Special Ops glory days in the Army Wing.” “Why?” I finally asked Larry. He smiled through his ugly shattered face. Larry always had, serious fucking issues. But now he was sitting on death row. Because of a hurried emergency hangingContinue reading “The Night Before Larry Was Stretched”