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Detective Kitty Salva ran a manicured fingernail across her bottom lip as she contemplated the pile of char steaming on the bed in front of her. Some enterprising junior investigator had drawn a white chalk line around the pile, and every few seconds a few fragments of charcoal would trickle down in a black avalanche, blurring the white chalk to grey.
You killed me. Why? Was it because of that time I passed you in the hallway without returning your smile? Was it because I argued with you in the last big meeting? Because I couldn’t see it your way? Because I questioned you, challenged you, made you feel threatened or unappreciated? Was it because I snubbed you at the party that one time? Because I forgot your name after I’d had… Read More
Another fine flash-fiction challenge courtesy of Mr Chuck Wendig. He gave us five sentences to include in a story. The one I chose was “The shape fights the motionless ink.” Because why the hell not? I hope you enjoy! Rorschach Redux The inmates whispered quietly to each other as Simon Attwood was led down the narrow, cell-lined aisle. “There he is,” they mouthed to each other, their words coming out as hissed… Read More
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