It’s Probably Mrs Gillespie

‘What is Mr Bridgewater is doing? That’s a mighty big bag he’s putting in his boot. And in all this snow too.’ ‘It’s a dead body, mum,’ Bailey said, not looking up from his magazine. ‘I told you months ago he’s been killing off the wrinklies in the neighbourhood. But you never listen. He can […]

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Murder in the Yard

The noise had been niggling at Nora for a while, sifting into her dreams at the edge of consciousness. She squirmed in bed. The sound took shape, a whirr of an engine. A saw. A chainsaw. It was coming from the back yard. She jumped up and ran outside. Her tree lay in pieces all […]

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Refuge

The setting sun made the ash sparkle as it drifted on the air, much lighter than snow. Time was almost up. Jessie told Bobby to wait on the pavement while she did a quick recon. Fate was on their side – a room with four walls and a door that locked from the inside – […]

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Little Liar

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll   Little Liar ‘Can I go on the twisters Mummy?’ ‘You’ve no tickets left sweetheart.’ ‘I have.’ Misty pulled a string of tickets from her pocket. ‘Where did you get those?’ ‘I found them on the floor.’ The lie settled over Misty like a cloud. It crept under her […]

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