Showing posts with the label Crime Fiction


THE SCORPION AND THE FROG (Colourised) The relationship was drawing to a close; it was time for Rebecca to end it. It’d been a year for Rebecca (AKA Brown Eyes) and she’d settled in to a quieter life with Marc while she waited for the heat to die down. A year of her life with Marc. A year of domestic bliss. It was all dinner parties and engagements, flowers whenever she came home and home cooked pasta bake melting in the oven. She hadn’t hated it, but she grew bored of it and things just came to an end. It wasn’t even her decision really.   “End it and come home.” The Man said down the phone to her. She knew what that meant. Nothing more needed to be said. The relationship was over. She didn’t need Marc anymore. That was that... End it. And so, she arranged a boat trip for them both. Rebecca and Marc. A fishing trip in fact. She had never been fishing before.   She knew Marc liked fishing and she knew Marc was desperate to get her doing things that he loved. Marc was p

I Am Mr. Handsome [SHORT STORY]

I Am Mr. Handsome I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.  I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.  Looking for an invitation to arrive.  I am Mr. Handsome. I am sure you have heard of me. My reputation precedes me.  I won’t tell you too much about me but every story needs at least a setting? Well, there is only so much I can tell you that will give you a taste of the kind of person I am and what I do but not give the entire game away.  So, first things first. I am Mr. Handsome and I live in the city of London. That’s London, England. Not London, Ontario. Not London, Michigan. Or London, Kentucky.  No - I am from London, England. The same city where Old Jack comes from. That’s right. Jack The Ripper. And I see myself as a 21st Century Jack. They’ll never catch me. Try as they might. They will never catch me. I am the spiritual successor to Jack…  I live in a small apartment alone. I work a fairly menial job which allows me to go under the radar and there’s really not much in my daily lif

A Thousand Alibis [SHORT STORY]

Simple job - find him and kill him. Doug didn’t ask the questions of why. He had a job to do. The job came directly from The Man. The Man gave the direct orders usually. Doug was special. A special case for The Man.   Doug saw The Man with his own two eyes and nobody ever sees The Man. The Man gave Doug a cigarette. Put it right in between his lips and pulled out a match and said just a few words. “His name is George. He should be at the festival. He runs a food stall – George’s Caribbean food.” The Man said with a smile. “I know you’ll take care of it.” The Man said. That was all The Man said to Doug. But that was a direct order. That was all he had to say.   The Man didn’t give his name. Nobody knew his name. Did The Man even know his own name? The Man didn’t explicitly tell you to commit a crime. He just told you where to be and at what time and that was that. The crime commenced. The Man ran London – top to bottom, nothing got passed The Man. *** Douglas just ha