After Christmas by NT Franklin
After Christmas by NT Franklin Christmas was over, I needed to kill. Christmas didn’t mean anything to me and I had seven days to kill every week. She liked Christmas and He liked that...
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Diogenes by Frederick Foote
Diogenes by Frederick Foote The heavy, humid days of Omaha are taking their toll on me. I have lost my sea legs for high humidity and seething heat. A police car rockets by me...
How it Works by Ryan Bowd
How it Works by Ryan Bowd She caught Jake’s eye like she must have caught everyone’s: a young woman in a classy red cocktail dress and fur coat, ripped right out of a detective...