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A walk by the seafront

They walked down the seafront, idly chatting at first. The taller man asked after the shorter man’s children, and expressed the apparently required impressive noises when the latter showed pride in their achievements. And the smaller man made equally respectful gestures when the other talked

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The fireplace

“You know there are two bodies behind the fireplace, don’t you?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but pressed back a blond hair or two that had escaped from behind her ear and then pulled her mini-skirt straight. The tale of the dead bodies was

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The Black

It was known in the city as The Black. Perhaps, long in the past, the suffix “Building” had been in the title, but if so, no one was left alive who’d recall it. It was just The Black. “I walked past The Black,” someone would

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The routine

It’s always the same routine. A superstition, if you will. I get home, take my jacket off, put away what has to be put away, check the mail, have a shower. And only then do I open the cupboard by the stairs. I don’t need

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The commission

The room was dark, lit only by the flashlight she carried. As the light washed over the items in the large open area, she looked at each of them briefly, then moved on, looking for the specific items she’d been contracted to steal. Again and

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Sunday afternoon

I paused for a moment, looking around the main room before I nodded, slowly, with regret as I shut the door, thinking of her. I could still see her in my mind, laughing at a witticism, groaning at a weak pun, but mostly smiling, wide