Microfiction
Long dark night
If I’d been a character in a detective story, they’d call this the long dark night of the soul. Drawing deep from the amber leaf, I knew why. I took in another lungful, tasting like a motorman's glove. I laughed at myself, thinking up a Chandler-Marlowe quote at a time like this.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
Chain of evidence
By the time I got back to the house, there was a patrol car waiting. A uniform stepped out of the passenger side and, confirming my ID, asked for my car keys. I prised them apart from my extensive collection and handed them over. As the patrolman drove off in my car, his buddy following him, a third car screeched to a halt outside.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
Work to do
Trapped by her steely stare, which seemed to last an age, I felt the need to run and hide. Instead, I reached for the soft pack and tapped out an untipped. Pressing the fibrous roll between my lips I realised, too late, how stagey this must have looked.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
Ten minutes to mask a murder
In ten minutes, the squad would arrive. I heaved the 'murder weapon', a huge hunk of ice, into the storm drain. As it hit with a smash, the steady stream of meltwater started to push the pieces away, along with the red streaks that had covered one side. I hid the cocaine in the trunk.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
Telltale crimson trail. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
I'd seen gray snow, I'd seen brown, mushy snow on the highway. I'd seen yellow snow too, but this was the first time I had seen pink snow. The sight of it turned my stomach. The crimson stain had grown into a shadow, an outline, like an island. The spatter from the blow had left a telltale bloody trail leading away from the gaping wound in the victim's head.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
