The plaza was busy for a weekday, people out and about made us hard to spot. Red sweaters would distract me as I darted across the plaza. In the cover of the hallway; I could hide again, my red and white stripes were too obvious. I took a breath of relief, when out of the corner of my eye a red coat stood up to yell "found you." I slowly turned to fa...
CHAPTER THREE – CONSEQUENCES The gutter press Sammy Ferris pulled the brim of his hat further down across his narrow eyes as he stood nonchalantly opposite the block of flats. This was where he loved to be, in the thick of the action. Not that there actually was any action as yet. But he'd be ready when it came his way. He likened himself to one of the n...
(This story is a continuation of 'When life gets dull, spice it up". It is recommended that the earlier story be read first. However, I am adding a part of the earlier story here to make this one an independent story. Please remember to vote so that I know how I have fared. Constructive criticism is very much welcome. A note of caution: I have used Bengali...
My wife and I were sound asleep, having turned in early on a Thursday evening to be fresh for a day's work in the yard the following morning. As Monday was a holiday, we'd decided to take that Friday off to make the most of it. We had A/C, but as long as it wasn't too humid we loved sleeping with the windows open for the sounds of summer at night. Our bedroo...
A tickle on Adina's face drew her out of sleep. Just a brush. As she came awake, the memory of where she was fuzzily returned. She could still feel Asher's arm over her, his warmth against her back. She opened her eyes. One of Asher's fingers lightly brushed a lock of black hair out of her face. She squinted and blinked against the bright morning light, tuc...
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Lindsey was sitting on the edge of a fishing pier at two in the morning, bawling her eyes out. She had caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend and her best friend's husband. Lindsey had passed out drunk, only to wake up and stumble upon Mike, with his head buried in Jen's pussy, and Bill plowing into him from behind. Assholes. All three of...
Nicolette looked up at the darkening sky. It never failed. Every time she even thought about gardening this spring, it rained. It was already late in the season for planting. She barely had anything in. The weather was not going to chase her inside this time, rain or shine, she was going to get these herbs planted. She angrily jammed the spade down into th...
Detective Samuel Spade strode into the large living filled with a white Victorian curtains hanging majestically over the window seats, two large couches book-ending the room and then a red blood stain and black outline of a corpse on the white virgin carpet. The police had followed their leads now he was following his own. This was unlike any case he had eve...
Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone's, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out...