“Let’s Not Think About It” by Lynne Bronstein
“Let’s not think about it,” was what he kept telling her. She knew he might kill her. She knew too much.
Tag: Mondays Are Murder
“Norman” by JZ Sims
Norman drove towards his home town of Sycamore, Missouri. It was about sunup on a Sunday. He had been driving for many hours.
“Incident on the 139” by Arthur Evans
Pepper, it’s you and me now. Haven’t we been happy long as we stayed close?
“Home in the Snow, 1971” by William J. Jackson
After a few weeks the VW bug I drove, which I parked at night out by the gravel road a third of a mile from my house in the woods, was burgled.
“Old Bones” by Michael Patrick Brady
The house had been vacant for a long time, the realtor told me, but she wasn’t sure why.
“Southside Valentine” by Richie Narvaez
Detective Almodovar, half Polish, half Puerto Rican, sits in the playground at the corner of Borinquen Plaza and Rodney Street.
“The Day of Gay Parade” by James Brydon
Today, Ultras threw rocks and policemen fled. Tonight, Ivana is still standing, the breeze tickling her skin.
“The Hula Girl” by Nathan Ward
She had been with him since he was a young ensign on his first leave in Manila . . .