This is another piece from the archives. I found this short story while looking for something else and thought I might rework it into a little #fridayflash piece. I hope you like it.
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Strange Death
'Remind me again why I don't have a quiet office job,' said Detective Hardy.
The constable beside him laughed, a short, bitter sound. He squinted up into the rain falling from the black, menacing sky then looked back down at the corpse lying in the alley. Watery blood ran from numerous gaping wounds, ...
Published on September 25, 2009 05:52