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A Love Letter Delivered 50 Years Late
The Letter That Arrived Too Late The envelope arrived on a quiet autumn morning, tucked between utility bills and advertisements in Eleanor Whitmore's mailbox. At first glance, it appeared ordinary. The paper was yellowed with age, and the stamp looked like something from another era. Curious, Eleanor carried it inside and sat at her kitchen table. The moment she saw the postmark, her heart nearly stopped. The letter had been mailed fifty years earlier.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Appeared in Every Dream
The First Dream The dreams began on an ordinary night. Nathan had fallen asleep after another exhausting day at work, expecting nothing more than the usual collection of random images that faded by morning. Instead, he found himself standing in the middle of a deserted train station beneath a dark sky. The platform stretched endlessly in both directions, illuminated by flickering lamps that cast long shadows across the ground. Everything was silent except for the distant sound of a train that never seemed to arrive. Then he noticed someone standing at the far end of the platform. A man dressed in a black coat watched him without speaking. Before Nathan could approach him, the dream ended.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
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
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
Falling in Love With Someone From Another Timeline
The Voice on the Radio It began on a stormy Thursday night when Ethan was alone in his apartment, struggling to fix an old radio he had purchased from a flea market. The device was nearly fifty years old and barely functional, but Ethan enjoyed restoring vintage electronics in his spare time. As rain battered the windows and thunder echoed across the city, he adjusted one of the radio's rusted dials. Suddenly, a clear voice emerged through the static.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
