Level 7: Part 2

Level 7: Part 2

Part 1... A middle-aged woman, dressed in a flowing patchwork skirt and an embroidered white cotton blouse, topped with a swirl of silver, teal and magenta curls, lounged in a chair in Gleason’s office. Her right, bare foot tucked under her, and her left foot, her knee bent almost to her chin, planted flat on [...]

Crime scene

Empty plates and utensils, rinsed and stacked in the sink along with drink glasses free of orange juice dregs, were waiting patiently to be loaded into the dishwasher. “I love that you cooked us breakfast. I love that you cleaned up the kitchen, but your attention to the stovetop is sorely lacking.” He slung the [...]

Level 7: Part 1

Level 7: Part 1

“This is the part I hate the most,” Dr. George Gleason stood outside Clyde Phillips’ room. “Even the term, ‘death watch,’ disturbs me.” As the administrator of Lakeside Rehabilitation Center, Gleason knew every resident and every story, except Clyde Phillips. The 94-year-old Phillips was the oldest and longest resident at Lakeside and was not expected [...]

The Tunnels

The Tunnels

Clark stood in the shadow of a towering concrete and glass building. It was colder in the shade but he was out of the cutting wind. Blowing warm breath into his closed, icy fists, wisps of steam rose from the spaces between his fingers. Coat collar turned up, a grey, checked Burberry scarf was wrapped [...]

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Another Dinner Party wish is about to be answered... “The stupid is strong in this one.” Augustine Stiles held a lined index card in one hand, fanning his interminably moist face. He never actually sweated. His skin seemed to ooze slime like a frog. Augustine held the card out to his personal secretary. “That’s not [...]

Pick a card

Pick a card

“I didn’t expect the decision to be so difficult,” Augustine shuffled through a stack of index cards “It’s a dilemma that would vex Solomon,” Jasper continued to polish the silver without looking up. He held up a serving spoon, only satisfied with his efforts when he could see his reflection in the bowl. Augustine cast [...]

Hangdog

Hangdog

“I don’t want any trouble.” He had a lean, hangdog look about him. His overgrown beard hide his face, but his eyes, unexpectedly clear, held an unquenchable fire. Pulling his fists from the pockets of his old, military field jacket, he showed empty hands to the men barring his way. “Just let me go on [...]