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Submitted to Contest #326
The Devil’s Due Maria Sozza paid five hundred dollars for the head of the man who had killed her son in a drug deal gone bad. Hector was nineteen when he was shot in the back of the head with a large calibre weapon that all but obliterated his face.In the cold, dehumanizing florescence of the police morgue, Maria identified her son’s body by the puckered white-pink scar that ran halfway down his left side. He had burned himself playing with matches when he was eleven.She shook her head slowly. ‘He always was a careless boy,’ she said to...
Submitted to Contest #261
Charleston HouseMorningsideSurrey SU10 9SBMy Dearest JasonThank you ever so much for your novel anniversary gift. And the gold ribbon was such a clever touch for our Fiftieth. Everyone at the party had a comment. Even your father who said it was so typical of you. He and I are debating where to keep it. I want the drawing room, but your father is insisting on the garage. Watch this space!Sorry you could not make the party but totally understandable. It was good to hear that the doctor in Zurich was so posit...
Submitted to Contest #260
THE LISTThe side door of the van banged shut and locked with the ominous finality of a coffin lid closing. The hand-written note had lured her to the remote rear exit of the building- black van at the kerb. His familiar scrawl - casual, elegant – had seduced her into thinking that he was providing her a last-minute reprieve, a contrived errand that would get her out of the building quietly before the others discovered she was missing. But she had been badly mistaken. She should have known better. What had she learned...
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