“Snakes” by Bruce Harris
The cop listened. He pulled it together long enough to ask the caller to repeat himself. “It’s not funny. It’s theft. Someone took a porta potty!” . . .
Tag: Mondays Are Murder
“I Am Woman” by M. Soni
She loved the sound of her high heels on the pavement. A casual unhurried I’m in control sound. She knew the higher the heels, the more elegant her walk . . .
“Quiet” by Tricia Bauer
I was quiet. I was able to be quiet. My sister more than made up for my absence of audible response to every situation. . .
“Rent” by Mark Budman
The strange woman at my door holds a knife and a fork. Her cutlery is sharp. She smells of raw oysters. A bag hangs over her shoulders . . .
“Café Blanc” by Laura Boss
It was the jet lag that had set Owen off . . .
“Out of the Woods” by Nathan Ward
“You better come get me,” George mumbled into the phone when his wife Connie answered brightly on the third ring . . .
“No Mercy for Jameson” by Howard Gimple
Eammon Doyle wrapped his fist on the bar. “This is Col. James Kelleher, Jungle Jim to his friends. He’s just back from Belfast. I know some of you lads are thinking of joining the fight, so I asked him to talk to you.” . . .
“The Body Farm” by James Glass
The sun crept over the horizon as Danny Noonan continued to have sex with Tammy Hayes. His heart beat faster with each thrust . . .