Disbelief at first. Then anger, outrage. How could somebody do this? What kind of person? Then fear. What […]
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When her children were young she had taken scores Instamatic snapshots. In these photographs, they seemed to have […]
He stood in the sun listening to the train as it pulled away, its busy huffing inconsequential and […]
Mama Cole tell me that to shake the old man’s curse I need some bleeding done, and not […]
“You take cream, right?” “Good memory,” said the agent. He accepted the coffee, then took his notebook from […]
The back door banged. He came in grinning all over his face. He poured himself a cup of coffee […]
He could be a right bastard if you stood in his way. Taller than most, but it wasn’t […]
First thing the engineer did was grab my arm with his gloved hand, give it a good squeeze. […]
Pard was stone dead. I didn’t have time to ponder it. That red-paint injun grabbed his bloody hair […]
She crouched under the bridge, cold and hungry and scared. The only bag she’d been able to find […]