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One Last Job

I reach the address and scan for any red flags. I hate aborting a job once I’ve started, but I don’t take unnecessary risks. Ever. No curtains move in any of the windows with sightlines on 1311 State Street. Everyone is watching TV or fucking. That or they’re not home. Either way, I’m good to…

The Black Cat Carnival

Maybe I should turn back. Ma will wonder where I got to. Someone shouted my name. I stopped, turned, and looked but didn’t see anyone. I should turn back. But I want to see the cat again. If it weren’t for the cat, I would never have found the flyers for the carnival. Where is…

Catfish Charlie’s — Part 6 of 6

NOW – 9:49 AM, Sunday. “Still no word from him?” Stella never said Clint’s name if she could help it. Stella and Clint hated each other. He would’ve fired her, but no one made the fish quite like Stella. She was the lead cook. Firing her would be stupid. He’d lose half his customers. She…

Catfish Charlie’s — Part 5 of 6

NOW — 8:27 PM, Saturday. What is that sound? Clint looked up from his desk. He was getting ready to lock up. That almost sounds like people clapping but doing it softly. The main dining room was enormous. Nearly as tall as it was wide and deep. It sat just left of the smaller dining…

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About Me

Hi, I’m Shawn. Previously a programmer, I’m now a massage therapist and since the pandemic hit, a writer. I hope you enjoy my stories. I love feedback.

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