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Black Ops

by | Apr 25, 2013 | J, Jim Spry, Short Story

The first wall had been easy; grab, lift, climb. Dropping down behind a sprawling lilac just as simple. The red-eyed Doberman, big and sleek and sniffing like a super model at a mirror, that was a different story. +++++Lungs burning from caged-in breath, I shifted...

A Hard-To-Shake Melody

by | Apr 14, 2013 | S, Scott Dingley, Short Story

Picture the lopsided figure-eight of the English side-by-side shotgun muzzle aimed at the crown of the bowed head, the police-issue handcuffs biting into the guy’s wrists behind his arched back. Listen to the warbled sound of the country double-act begging for five...