For those of you who were hoping for one of my usual crime fiction posts today, my apologies. There’s going to be a minor variation in my posting plans. In all honesty, I have something else going on in my life today. I’ve been waiting for this night for the longest time, and I do need to get ready for it.
Perhaps I go to extremes, but don’t we all sometimes? Besides, being a writer with a ‘day job’ means I’m under a lot of pressure. So every once in a while, it’s nice to take some time off, so to speak. I know that tomorrow I’ve got to begin again, but just for tonight, I’m ‘off the clock.’
Don’t worry, though. I’m keeping the faith. Here are a few 50-word murder stories (crime writer and fellow blogger Rob Kitchin has called them Dribbles), to keep you company through the long night.
‘I’d like that big box in my car, please,’ Susan told the movers.
‘This is heavy,’ Ted gasped as he and Joe hefted it. ‘You sure you can manage alone?’
‘Very sure,’ Susan said. She thought about the nearby river. And Kevin’s insurance money. Yup – an absolutely perfect dump site.
The car inched towards the drive-through window.
‘This’ll take forever,’ Cam warned.
‘Just shut up and get the coffee,’ Ben snapped.
Cam leaned out, picked up the coffees, and handed one to Ben.
‘Did you remember the sugar?’
‘Yeah.’ It wasn’t sugar. But it was Cam’s ticket to ten grand.
‘You’re doing great, gorgeous! One more shot,’
This wasn’t what Jenna had imagined. She tried to smile and forget what she was actually doing.
‘You’re a natural, honey,’ Steve said, leering at her.
The door opened.
Drew grabbed Steve, making him drop the camera. ‘She’s fifteen years old, pervert!’
‘Shame they’re tearing down that house,’ Naomi said.
‘That guy was trouble, anyway,’ Jason answered. ‘And stop staring out the window. It’s creepy.’
‘Wonder why they’re stopping all of a sudden.’
‘Probably break time.’
‘I don’t think so, Jason. They’re pointing to something.’
Jason blanched. He’d forgotten to use lye.
Kylie’d invited Aileen for late-night tagging. Aileen agreed; anything to stop the bullying.
But on the building’s roof, Kylie pointed a can of spray paint at Aileen instead, and started her ‘phone’s camera. ‘Smile,’ she sneered.
One push, and the bullying ended. Aileen smiled grimly as she climbed back down.
*NOTE: The title of this post is a line from Billy Joel’s This Night.