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CHAPTER 13
ii The Chancellory boarding house stood at the end of Broadmoor Lane. Originally an Old Country inn, it was at least two hundred years old. A gentle claw of ivy owned one side wall and part of the chimney. The inn itself had recently been converted into a more modern dwelling by offering its guests the comforts of an enclosed latrine. The seat sat over a small stream on the downward slope, spilling over rocks and emptying into a large holding pool before cascading down a slough on its way to a water wheel and granary at the bottom of the hill. There was an elm tree sitting alone at the end of the property, its contempt for Nature’s worst evident in its twisted pantomime of defiance. The yard had been weathered through the years, tortured by the elements, but every year the yard would have to be scythed and the fresh scent of cut green lawn would fill the fields. But the seasons had turned and the elm was a simple silhouette of its former self.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Criminal
sleeping deer
It was cold in the forest that winter, colder than anyone would have predicted. The pond had already frozen, and the air threatened to do the same to your lungs, if given half a chance. The winter’s silence here made it feel like there had never been a summer. There was freedom in this isolation.
By Joanna McLoughlin5 years ago in Criminal
CHAPTER 13
i The drive from Chumley to Okehampton was usually little more than half an hour; with the mood they were in after having met DCI Biles, it took Sonia an extra fifteen minutes to make the drive. The countryside was mostly farmland, the sky a light turquoise colour with large cumulus clouds moving in from the East. Farms, with hedgerows marking their boundaries, and trees of every colour swaying in a gentle breeze, appeared, and just as quickly, disappeared from view. A few of the small villages set off from the roadside were approached by narrow tracks of dirt worn deep by centuries of use. It was the type of drive Sonia usually enjoyed. She could see cows grazing lazily in the wide, open pastures, and sheep dotting the hillsides. Swans swam lazily in open ponds created by the recently flooded rivers and streams, and she wondered how long it would be until the water finally receded.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Criminal
July 4th The Fireworks Day
News of yet another killer bomb, filled the office. Lately, it seemed that’s all people talked about, at water coolers and cafeterias all over the greater Boston area. “Probably another postal guy, pissed off for some lame reason” said Richie Reinold, my friend and fellow buyer here at Oakhill Foodservices. Others chipped in their two cents worth, and as the mundane daily reports of outs and inventory levels found each person’s desk, all went separate ways to conquer the demons of their day.
By David X. Sheehan5 years ago in Criminal
The man in the blue safari suit
"He'll be wearing a blue safari suit and waiting for you in the lobby of the Hilton Hotel". I picked up the brown paper package and headed out into the sticky warmth of a typical Sydney summer. Lunchtime traffic was heavy, but soon I was on my way, the cabbie carefully dodging the flurry of vehicles to George Street in the city.
By Kim Hollingsworth5 years ago in Criminal
The Old Warehouse
I was going to graduate this semester with my science degree. Paige was in her final year of studying architecture. I had taken her to the old, abandoned warehouse in my hometown to get a glimpse of the inside of it for her final paper. We were best friends since meeting each other in college and we had planned to celebrate our future careers while in my hometown.
By Stephy Doe5 years ago in Criminal
Lost in thought
The young woman sat at the table unfolding her napkin to place in her lap. As she looked down Heather noticed a wrinkle in her white dress. Quickly she stood up trying her best to remove it. For several seconds she fumbled with the material until a hand rested on her shoulder.
By Cory Beaudry5 years ago in Criminal
Have Your Cake
She was trapped in a loveless marriage. It didn't even feel like a marriage anymore. It felt more like a prison. She was taken away from her family, and gradually her friends started to disappear one by one. Her husband went to work earlier and came home later with each passing day. They barely talked anymore. When they did, it was always a fight or harsh words. She couldn't remember the last kind words he spoke to her. She was never enough of what he wanted and too much of what he didn't. She hated her life. Most of all, she slowly began to despise him.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Criminal
A Sweet Death
Finally, Saturday morning, I’m off from work, no stress, just relaxation. I can finally eat the chocolate cake my mom made me. I stashed it in the back of the fridge, hoping no one would find it. My mind has been on that cake for the past two days. I don’t care if it’s the morning; I want to sink my teeth into that delicious chocolate cake. My mom’s cakes were so good, the frosting so buttery and whipped. The cake is so soft and moist it melts right in your mouth with every bite. My mom’s cakes are so addicting. She always made me my own special cake. Every meal, she made a cake for my brothers and sisters and one for me all to myself. I was not too fond of sharing.
By Trina Bailey5 years ago in Criminal
The Secrets it Holds
Late in the summer, my folks had sold the old farm and moved into town finally. They were too old already to be out there all alone, anything could happen; nothing that either of us kids could get to fast enough that is. It had to be done and they knew it too. They were married for 70 years and that farm has been in the family for centuries. That old barn has been rebuilt three times now. What is really odd about that too, was that the guys that came to rebuild the barn were all related; the same last names for all three rebuilds. Maybe not, maybe I'm just overthinking everything.
By Paige Kostyniuk5 years ago in Criminal
