Tag: Mystery
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Silhouette: Innuendo
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Silhouette’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. The water drips from the rusted shower head in the motel. As I lay on the rickety bed, the noise was amplified in the relative silence. The files from the local…
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Her Secret Life: Duplicity
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Her Secret Life’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. My eyes glaze over as I attend to my work. I have to separate myself from the realities of my tasks. Over many years, I’d become desensitized to the…
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Behind Closed Doors: Fractured
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Behind Closed Doors‘ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. We were in court everyday: dresses neatly ironed, make up on and hair set. You have to put on a brave face and be present, to show the world…
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Behind Closed Doors: On the Cusp
Authors note: This is a follow on from an earlier story ‘Behind Closed Doors’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress The night was clear but cool. It was late summer; possums rustled in the trees and the streetlights shone intermittently on the road. The neighbourhood was quiet as people…
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Silhouette
The towering pittosporum hedges swayed in the breeze. Their evergreen foliage and delicate purple flowers, like bright tiny flecks of paint are smattered throughout their branches. In the spring time, birds sheltered in the dense foliage. It hummed with new life. Howling winds and rains were buffered in the winter, branches bending and bowing at…
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Always watching
I was happy to be out of the limelight. I enjoyed my work at the firm. Being an archivist suited me, keeping files in order and researching for the partners upstairs. It was the perfect work for an introvert. I worked in the basement of a 1940s art deco building. Exposed brickwork, the old pendant…
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Dinner at Eight
The late dinner was delightful, an exquisite masterpiece prepared with the utmost care by the chef. The steak was cooked to perfection, a beautiful line of pink through the middle and delicately tender on the palette. The table too, was a work of art. The floral arrangement at the centrepiece and the crisp white linen…
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Footsteps
The house was quiet, much more quiet than usual. Laying in bed before falling asleep, the silence was delightful after the chaos of the day. The children slept peacefully in their warm beds and my wife was rugged up underneath the warm doona, her breathing soft and rhythmic. I watched the moonlight peek in through…
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Behind closed doors
This was not what I’d expected when the call came in, double checking with dispatch that I’d been given the right address. “I think there’s been a mistake. Could you re check the address please?” This surely was the wrong place. I parked the car in front of the large period home, drawing the ire…
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In the shadows
Nobody ever noticed that I was there, people barely blinked an eyelid whenever I walked into a room. As a matter of fact, well anywhere really. It had been this way my whole life, ever since my mother’s frequent amorous attention was drawn to the company of strange men rather than to her only son.…
Roads less travelled 