Kip’s hands shook as he mixed the second vial into Niles’ drink. He had lost sight of Millicent, but tried not to think about her. Setting the gin and tonic on the waitress’ tray, he told the other bartender than he was taking a break, then walked out the service entrance of the casino. Niles … Continue reading Dead Money: Name dropping
Category: Flash Fiction
Peel me a grape
“I don’t like how he talks to her. Like he’s commanding a dog rather than speaking to his wife.” The new engineer and his bride were the latest topic of gossip at the company picnic. Ross schmoozed with bosses while Betsy lingered on the fringes, speaking only to Ross when he snapped his fingers for … Continue reading Peel me a grape
Duck you…
I heard the familiar “click” of my front door opening, but since my usually territorial Lab, Libby, made no move from her spot on the couch, I wasn’t worried a homicidal intruder had entered my house. When I heard the fridge door open, I knew it had to be Drake. “Seriously, dude, just make yourself … Continue reading Duck you…
Dead Money: Big blind
Today, we pick back up with the next chapters in "Dead Money," a summer series written with author extraordinaire, Lance, bouncer at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. Before reading this installment, first check out Criminal. Learning her lesson, Pauley read Millicent's text the first time her phone hummed. Keeping Niles in her periphery … Continue reading Dead Money: Big blind
The Playground
Pumping his legs up and down, leaning forward then throwing his body backward, he tried, but failed miserably, to get his motions in sync. He wanted to swing free, to feel the wind in his face and the exhilaration of flying, but only managed to hang motionless, dejectedly going nowhere. It was a sad foreshadowing … Continue reading The Playground
Last flight
"You may now turn your electronic devices on." The flight attendant's announcement dropped like a lead weight in my stomach. I wanted to leave my phone off, letting calls go straight to voice mail, but then I'd have a record of his message on continuous loop ~ punishing myself, refusing to erase it, keeping it … Continue reading Last flight
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