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Submitted to Contest #69
Grandpa sat at the end of the table, a white teacup with blue swirls and gold trim in his hand. Frozen, halfway to his lips. He hadn’t moved in the five seconds since Edward had told him the news. He hadn’t even blinked. Edward sat at the opposite end of the table, wide eyes looking tentatively at his grandfather and then at anything else. Grandpa drew a shuddering breath, swallowed, and then smiled. “You are joking!” he said with a chuckle, and shook his head. “Oh!” he looked as if he’d just remembered his tea and finally brought the ...
Submitted to Contest #68
Andrew Reed waved the shotgun about the place as if he might just actually shoot someone. It wasn’t loaded. It hadn’t been loaded for as long as he’d owned the thing. But the employees of the CTC bank, that grubby little brick building under the overpass, didn’t know that. In this case waving an empty weapon was just as good as waving one with cartridges in. It held their attention. Made them sweat a little. Or a lot. Andrew was pretty sure the security guard had been sweating before Andrew had even set foot in the place. The large man ...
Submitted to Contest #42
As I recall it, it was only that day I’d read in the paper that there had been robberies. A man robbing people at gunpoint, wearing a short-brimmed hat as some sort of half-baked disguise. Now, I never thought I’d actually have a run-in with the guy. I mean, I’m not saying it was the guy. All I’m saying is that a gentleman in a hat approached me, and said: “Hello there.”Me, I was already frowning, I’d had a bad day. So it may have been in a somewhat patronising tone that I gave my own reply of “Hello there.”Now, don’t let me get ahead of mys...
Submitted to Contest #14
“He’s not here,” said Ronald Altas, detective. Hanover managed to pull his head back over the railing, “He has to be. It’s a large boat, sir. We’ll find him.” “No, we won’t,” said Ron, without looking at him. “How do you know, sir?” “Because, Hanover, Corporal Churney is heading toward us in a paddleboat.” Hanover frowned out at the small figure approaching them from the shoreline. “Must be urgent,” he said. “Especially if he’s paddling that fast,” said Ronald, lowering a match into his pipe and sending out a few puffs. “That can only mean ...
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