Miranda
The cruiser stopped on the bridge and police opened the door for a woman in her late forties. She had been brought as witness, but Detective Dave Drummond had a […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
The old ash tree
November. The fog has smothering fingers and my hair is sticky with rain. I choke while opening the urn to spread her ashes… recalling: “Can you see the dryad?”, my […]
The mastermind behind
“This game is rigged”, Annabella Appleton complained. Another failed job interview She slammed down her leather briefcase on the kitchen counter. “Oh, sweetie-pie let me give you a hug”, Anita […]
Someone should pay
Scarecrows… they look like scarecrows. D.C. Scott Sutton tightens his grip around the railing facing the judge and the barristers.. Remembering, closing his eyes… a young woman’s body, like Ophelia… […]
Better than on Snot
“No, no I don’t hate them, they are just very shallow,” said lieutenant Snyak, licking her exquisite middle eyebrow in place. “Ha… indeed. I asked one, what he worshipped… guess […]
