Westley Smith

“If The Shoe Fits” by Westley Smith

Submitted to Contest #185

I watched helplessly as the police opened my storage unit, letting the light fall over my shoe collection; my dark secret finally revealed to everyone. David, my loving husband, stood in shocked disbelief at my side. He told me my obsession would catch up to me one day. I guess it finally had.I stepped forward to pull the police away as their hands (even gloved) roamed over my neatly shelved collection, - they were touching my babies and ruining them! - but Detective Mathis blocked my access, his face grim from the sight and smell in th...

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“R&R” by Westley Smith

Submitted to Contest #182

Mark Reinhold was jolted from sleep when the house alarm went off. Shooting to his feet from the sofa, where he had been banished after his fight with his wife, Nancy, he looked around the living room confused. He didn’t recognize anything: not the coffee table, the TV on the wall, not even the sofa where he was spending the night. Where am I, his sleep-fogged mind wondered?           “Mark!” Nancy yelled over the incessant beeping alarm.        &n...

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“Detour” by Westley Smith

Submitted to Contest #163

I was eighteen, a senior in high school, looking forward to graduating and going to college when I was forced to make a decision. My life, at that point, was an open road with endless possibilities. All I had to do was set the destination, put my foot on the pedal, and go. What I didn’t expect was the detour that lie ahead.At eighteen it’s hard to comprehend how fragile the human body is. And it’s especially hard when you see someone who is both authority figure and nurturer, suddenly fall ill for no apparent reason. That’s what happened to ...

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“The Woman in the Polaroid ” by Westley Smith

Submitted to Contest #103

Kyle Kinkade studied the metal box in his hands and frowned. It was different than the others he had located that afternoon while geocaching around Lake Marburg. Instead of a small Tupperware container, this one was a gray metal box, about the size of a cigarillo tin. Opening the metal box, he saw a polaroid photograph inside. The picture was of a woman. She was pretty in that girl-next-door type of way, with long red hair and bright green eyes. Her face held a curious yet suspicious gaze as if whoever captured the photo had surprised her wh...

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“The House's Special Sauce” by Westley Smith

Submitted to Contest #100

I was surprised when brothers Jerry and Dan Thorn invited me to review their latest restaurant venture, J&D’s. I had not expected the call. My review of their previous restaurant, The Steakhouse, had been scathing. I had no doubt that the review on my blog played a big part in their failure. But Jerry assured me there were no hard feelings and insisted I come and sample some of their new dishes at their new restaurant.I agreed. Besides, I wasn’t known to turn down a free meal, even a bad one.I got to J&D’s at noon the week before the...

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“The Rose Garden ” by Westley Smith

THE ROSE GARDENByWestley SmithThere was so much blood. I had expected there to be blood, but not this much. Then again, I had not thought myself capable of such violence.David lay on the floor at my feet. The left side of his head caved in where I had hit him repeatedly with the hammer – the hammer I put under the sink while he was at work. His eyes were open, a look of utter shock and terror forever encapsulated in the deep blue of his irises. The halo of blood around his head growing towards the carpeted floor just beyo...

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