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Missing
Times Six by Jackie Griffey. The population of a
small backwater town is mysteriously shrinking at an alarming rate, and the problem
is complicated by lots of nasty, stormy weather.
Hank looked at the clock
as he hung up. Five-thirty in the morning. His stomach growled and he
hoped Hilda had made coffee. The rest of him hoped Martin had just
been out all night with the boys and a moonshine jug down by the
river, and he'd find Martin asleep in the barn. If that wasn't the
case, how was he going to handle a woman as hysterical as Hilda
Watson? He didn't have any answers to give her about Martin or any of
the others that were missing.
He knew it would have
flipped Hilda over the edge if she realized he was coming out to look
for blood spots, forced entry, and that kind of thing. As if anybody
around there ever locked their doors...
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Smoke
Test by John M. Floyd. Isn't it great to have
a handyman... or a handywoman... around the house? But there are
so many accidents that can happen with tools and repair work!
It
was ironic, Larry thought. Susan
always liked the fact that he could fix things.
Nice to have a handyman for a husband, she used to tell her
friends. It was probably
one of the few things she did like about him.
And
now it was going to kill her.
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Smells
Like Rain by BJ Bourg. A young woman, murdered
and left to decay in a drainage ditch. But she put up a
fight. Will the scars she left on her attacker bring him, or her,
to justice?
“Smells like rain.” Detective
Sergeant Preston Duet stared down at the nude body in the shallow
ditch. She was a pale-skinned, twenty-something girl. Her facial
features were hidden beneath a mass of broken flesh and dried blood,
but if her body was any indication, it had been a beautiful face.
Preston leaned to look at her bloody hands. All of her fingernails had
been removed. “Who found her?”
“A couple of kids who were playing
in the fields.”
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Seven By Seven
Seven Deadly Tales
Of the Seven Deadly Sins
By Seven Deadly Authors
An anthology of 49 fantastic
flash fiction stories by seven of the finest not-yet-famous
authors in America.
Official
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Rain,
Rain, Go Away by Lucille Robinson. The sweetness and
innocence of childhood. But children can be cruel, too. And
especially to the defenseless or those who are not quite 100% mentally.
“Rain,
rain, go away, come again another day.”
Dick
Harper bent into the rain as it pounded his thin frame, barely covered
by the too-small raincoat and dirty baseball cap turned backwards.
He splashed his way by Susie’s front gate.
As he drew even with Susie, he looked up, a malicious grin on his
lips.
“Hey,
K…lumsy, what’s you doing, huh?
Praying to the rain gods?”
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Silver
Lining by Peggy Ehrhart. Sometimes criminals and
detectives can come wrapped as the most unlikely-looking packages.
Matt
Shaw’s stomach churned.
Not another glitch.
The sales conference he’d spent the last six months organizing
was already off to a terrible start.
He’d woken to discover that an April storm had settled in
during the night, bringing-- already-- three inches of rain and a raft
of delayed flights.
And the people who had managed to get there were
complaining to anybody who would listen.
And
now Karen Winkelhoffer was lumbering toward him with an absolutely
frantic expression on her chubby face.
Somebody had probably slipped on a wet patch of floor and broken
their neck--or worse.
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Storm
Damaged by Sandra Seamans. Sometimes the
damage done by a storm is not all fallen trees, ripped roofs and collapsed
houses. Sometimes it is broken and battered hearts and minds.
On a normal day the yellow rain slicker
made him stand out like a slice of lemon pie in a donut box.
But today wasn't a normal day.
There was a storm brewing. Rain
percolating into ceaseless, unrelenting torrents.
He hugged the slicker tighter around his
body. "Always be
prepared," his mama had harped.
Too bad she hadn't heeded her own advice.
Pushing papa's wheelchair into the rain-drenched river was her
first mistake. Allowing her young son to watch had been a fatal error on her
part.
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Flood
by Karen Sites. King Solomon, purported to be a wise fellow,
said " A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious
woman are alike." I won't comment on THAT little bit of non-PC
wisdom. I only know this - days and days of bad weather can make a
monster out of just about anyone!
On Monday morning it was
raining. The rain had started on Friday evening and it had fallen in
steady, relentless sheets all weekend. Mike's golf game had been
canceled and Lisa had been stuck inside with the kids for two days and
Dan's newly planted garden had washed away, and everyone in the office
had been disgusted to wake up that morning and find it was still
raining. Everyone except for Julie.
Julie was stunning, and young,
and sincere, and she loved the rain. She made this obvious at great
length whenever it rained, and after three days' worth of downpour she
was so happy as to compensate for everyone else's disgruntlement.
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