The Man Who Expected to Die – Friday Fictioneers, 3 February 2017

I watched the man cross the street through the glass eye of my high-powered rifle. He wasn't my target; he had nothing to do with me. I was here to kill a killer, not some guy in a faded wool coat. Then he turned his head up towards me; understanding restructured his face. Instead of running, he … Continue reading The Man Who Expected to Die – Friday Fictioneers, 3 February 2017

Signs of a Past Life – 3LineTales

Storm Hamilton paced around the large dining room of the old country manor; he rarely came this far out of New London, but today the policework demanded it. The room was grandly decorated with sterling silverware and expensive china plates covered in dust, a finely embroidered and mold-stained table cloth, and decorative vases which held long rotted flowers--a … Continue reading Signs of a Past Life – 3LineTales