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The Highest AmbitionBased on a true story.Contains battle scenesOn Saturday, January 28, 1967, Bonnie Evans had finished the weekly housecleaning and lit up a cigarette to go with her cup of coffee. Since the weather was so nice, the young woman sat in the wooden swing on the porch of her house in Covina, California, enjoying a record-setting sixty-degree temperature. The weatherman was calling it “the January Thaw.”She idly toed the floor to set the swing going while she watched for the postman, hoping for a letter from her husband.A car di...
Submitted to Contest #321
A Questionable Partner “Doug, what are you doing here in Coleridge dressed like a professor?”“Gina! I'm surprised to see you, too. And I'm dressed this way because I AM the professor.”“Of a creative writing class at a small college?”“You didn’t know?”“No one told me you would be working this case.”“That's weird. Why would they leave you out of the loop on something that important?”“Maybe because I told them I didn’t want to work with you anymore.”“You did what? Since when?”“Since I blame you for my broken leg on our last job.”“You blame me? ...
Submitted to Contest #320
THE WOODS ARE CALLINGSmell is the strongest of my senses, stronger even than sight. Usually, I smell a fire before I see any smoke. I cultivated that skill for my job in the towers, for it works well as an early-warning system. When my nose tingles, I snatch my binoculars to pinpoint the location. Fortunately, this summer, things had been undisturbed.I propped my feet up on the low table I’d strung together from the branches of a felled cedar and drew a deep breath of contentment. Today was an exceptional day. Smells were fresh and crisp, fu...
DEATH AT THE VILLA The four of us were playing a game with ivory dice when he hurtled into the atrium, wailing and tearing his robes. He stopped only to wrap his arms around one of the marble pillars that decorated the palace. “My friends, we are undone!”As his few close friends, we were used to his dramatic behavior. Not only did he tend towards extreme emotions, but considered himself a great actor, so, as usual, we played the part of an adoring audience. I plucked another honeyed date while Neophytus responded to the loud wails and called...
Submitted to Contest #318
THE MANAGERMy tears blurred the neat handwriting on the pages in my hand. Leave it to Janet to handwrite her plans rather than type them. Was it due to her discomfort using the computer, or to protect her privacy? Maybe a little of both. I sighed as I browsed through the various pages that included her will and disposition of her possessions. Of course, everything was there. My elder sister was nothing if not organized.My mind still struggled to believe she was gone. I just knew if I called her name, she would answer, the same way she had fo...
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