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A Measure of Guilt

A Measure of Guilt

by | Dec 30, 2025 | B, Bruce Madole, Short Story

“Some people can take an amazing amount of guilt before they crack,” Gurpreet said. “Be sure and try the curry. It’s almost hot enough for me.” +++++”And others don’t feel any guilt at all,” Geordie said. “Your garden variety psychopath, the...
Happy Birthday, Melody Mine

Happy Birthday, Melody Mine

by | Oct 29, 2024 | B, Bruce Madole, Short Story

Tomorrow will be my fortieth birthday, and I will have spent 21 years in prison — fourteen years longer than I was married, eighteen years longer than the life of my precious baby girl. When I look back – and I have no choice but to look back – I can still see...
Top Floor

Top Floor

by | Apr 2, 2024 | B, Bruce Madole, Short Story

Skip was an awfully young insurance investigator, said anyone who’d ever met him, and particularly, anyone who’d ever been investigated by him. He had a last name, but no one pronounced it properly, ever, so he got in the habit of telling people that all 15 of the...
Winterkill

Winterkill

by | Nov 12, 2020 | B, Bruce Madole, Short Story

I used to dread flying because I dreaded having to tell lies. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a very accomplished liar. If asked, I lie about where I’m going, where I’ve been, and whatever I did while I was… wherever I might allegedly have been. My pants have not, so far,...