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Broken Glass

Broken Glass

by | Aug 6, 2021 | J, Jim Woessner, Short Story

Memory and bodily sensations seldom tell the same story. Miros told the investigators that he didn’t remember hearing an explosion. When he woke up, he knew only that glass was everywhere and he was deaf. +++++Earlier that morning, Miros had gotten up with the alarm...
The Coroner’s Assistant

The Coroner’s Assistant

by | May 17, 2021 | J, Jim Woessner, Short Story

I stepped inside. The steel door closed behind me. The rectangular room was the definition of stark. Stainless and concrete. A dozen shades of gray. A gurney with a sheet-covered body had been rolled to the center of the room. A nondescript man in a white lab coat...
Spilt Coffee

Spilt Coffee

by | Mar 5, 2021 | J, Jim Woessner, Short Story

“Well, well, if it isn’t miz detective Connor. How are you this fine Sausalito morning?” +++++“Couldn’t be better, Buzzcut, unless of course I was still in bed and not here.” +++++“What is our intrepid crime solver up to today? Nabbing perps? Catching bad guys?...
Deadhead

Deadhead

by | Jan 17, 2021 | J, Jim Woessner, Short Story

It was about the time we reached cruising altitude when I realized the guy next to me was dead. We’d talked briefly before take-off, after we’d put stuff in the overhead bins and buckled up. It was one of those flights where anyone over five feet can expect to lose...
P.O.V.

P.O.V.

by | Dec 4, 2020 | J, Jim Woessner, Short Story

The Customer I assumed it was a lover’s quarrel. You know how those things go. He was yelling something. I didn’t pay all that much attention, to tell you the truth. Until he slammed his fist on the table. Well, you couldn’t help but notice at that point. Everyone in...