The hallway smelt the way perfume companies wanted you to believe lavender and roses smelt, and it set off warning bells in his mind.
“What good is a detective who can’t even solve a simple Sudoku?”
A friend pointed me at an anthology being put together of 42-word stories and suggested I give it a go.
“I know, I know, it’s all very surprising, and Bob really is that sweet guy who’s kind… and boring and harmless. I’ll miss him too. But sadly, he didn’t survive this hostage situation, but it’s ok, life goes on.”
The first few months floated by in a drug-addled haze as they worked to find the ‘correct balance’ of medication. Eventually reaching a point where they felt they’d achieved what they set out to achieve and that therapy could now begin.
“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting, but no matter what is going on in a school there is always something else happening. Please take a seat.”
Chips By D.I. Jolly A Jamie Tylor Story I looked down at the expanding red mess on the floor and fought hard not to vomit. It had been less than half an hour since the call came in of a possible domestic disturbance, but by the time I arrived all that was left was some…
“You say that like it’s not what I’m trying to do, but it’s cold, raining, my cigarettes are wet and I swear to god I’ve seen three cop cars drive past.”
“Patience, patience, all in good time I assure you. But for now, try breathing through your nose otherwise you might burn your vocal cords.”
The woman’s voice was soft but confident, instantly telling him what kind of woman it was. He smiled and lowered his book to at least get a look in before rejecting her.