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The Pickpocket
She clocked him a block away. The man she marked was walking with an arrogant strut that only rich assholes can pull off. A ridiculously expensive suit, a knockoff Rolex, and on his cell phone talking way too loudly and gesticulating too much, thinking he's somebody.
By Jacob Cipriano5 years ago in Criminal
The Key
It started through boredom. Single, getting old and living alone, there really was not much to do. It was my new normal Friday night, gone were the days of getting drunk down the local boozer! I would say I was getting too old for it, but to be honest I didn't really socialise anymore. The darkness that is anxiety was taking its hold, so it was easy to get home from work and cocoon myself.
By Jodie Barton5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
Little Black Book The place stank of stale beer, cigarettes and regret. The dim lighting, hid the decrepit saloon fixtures, and clientele from scrutiny equally. Without exception, the figures leaning over their drinks were solitary, alone with their thoughts, or their guilt. People didn’t come to a place like this for pleasant conversation, or for the ambiance. There was no juke box to liven the evening, only the clank of filled glasses on the bar top, or the rattle of whiskey bottles being returned to the shelf. A silent hockey game played itself on the television mounted above the cash register at the end of the bar. The bartender minded his own business, and so did everyone else.
By Mike Nelson5 years ago in Criminal
Tales from the Diagonal
Around a quarter past two on a Tuesday in March, the gravity in Irene Penrose’s front room went out. It was a relatively minor inconvenience -it lasted less than a minute, the only casualty a porcelain kitten- but it’s generally accepted that this was where reality first started to fall apart.
By Stuart Roberts5 years ago in Criminal
The Verge of Winter
The wind was bitingly cold, its icy fingers searching for any breach in security. I pulled my coat tighter around my middle, trying to hug the warmth closer. A sigh escaped my lips, the bus wouldn’t be on the regular downtown route, not with this nor'easter blowing at its peak. This weather will make tonight’s walk treacherous, even in these fur lined boots. I pulled my black parka’s hood closer to my face, turning against the wind and started towards the intersection.
By Renee Hughes5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
One day it appeared, conjured in mystery and draped in black. It sat on the desk in my office, as if some ghost had placed it there one day or night with a gleeful smirk, awaiting its discovery. Like a swathe of temptation washing over me, I found myself drawn to it; the thick, black texture of the front lightly resisting my grip. And I was happy to reciprocate, my forefinger and thumb clasping at the bottom right-hand corner and turning the page slowly. I recoiled somewhat to see there was something written on the front page. For Peter. Me?
By Mathew Dorrell5 years ago in Criminal
