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Check out what the third print issue of MFOB has to offer:
Mouth Full of Bullets Spring 2008 – Published: March 31, 2008
Ding Dong, the Snitch is Dead by Judith Klerman Smith Hard as Nails by K. L. Miller That Night in Galveston by Earl Staggs The Baked Bank Job by Filamena Young The Crucial Moment by J. R. Lindermuth The Innocent Lamb by Ralph Filicchia The Mask by Kaycee Conners The Obituary Queen by Dorothy Francis
FLASH FICTION Circles and Convolutions by Margaret B. Davidson Deal or No Deal by Marian Allen Mercy Killing by Marian Allen Venom by Marian Allen Her Price above Rubies by Mary Misenor Egghead by Gerald Rivard No Way by Steven M. Messner Trouble on the Sharon Hill Trolley by Rena Sherwood
POETRY
Mystery Writer’s Prerogative by Guy Belleranti Enough by Sarah Wagner PI Poetry by Stephen D. Rogers A Different Hell by Mary Lou Healy Tragedy by Amy Mackiewicz Goodbyes From Beyond by Danny B. Bourg
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That Night in Galveston by Earl Staggs Shortly after eight o'clock, Amanda Barnes pulled her Lincoln Navigator into the parking space behind her dress shop, shut off the ignition and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat. She usually arrived at nine-thirty, a half hour before the store opened and her employees came in, but she needed an early start today. The wedding was set for two o'clock, and she still had to make final adjustments to Lainie's dress, then get to the hotel and make sure all the arrangements were in order for the reception. When she opened the car door and stepped down, she heard a sound behind her and turned to look. A thin, disheveled man stepped out from behind a dumpster and came toward her. He walked with a crutch. His left leg ended above the knee with his pants leg wadded beneath it and tied with a piece of rope. In his right hand, he held a gun. He stopped three feet from her and stared. "Who...who are you?" she stammered. "What do you want?" A sinister grin appeared, pulling the skin of his gaunt face tight, but he didn't speak. Amanda raised her purse. "Do you want money? I don't have much, but take it." In a hoarse voice, he said, "I don't want your goddamned money." "Then what do you want?" "Don't you remember me, Amanda?" She studied what she could see through his scraggly beard. His badly scarred face seemed misshapen somehow. One side had a normal contour, but the other side looked almost flat. His eyes were sunken and red-rimmed, and his dark hair hung like twisted string beneath a ball cap with a faded emblem she didn't recognize. "No, I'm sorry, but I don't remember you." A quiet, guttural laugh came from deep in his throat. "Maybe you don't want to remember because of what you did to me." Amanda's pulse raced, panic spread over her. Could she get past him and run? Could she start the car and get away before he shot her? "You must have the wrong person. Please, my...my daughter's getting married today, and––" He laughed louder this time. His blackened teeth showed. She smelled alcohol and rotted food on his breath. "Oh, yeah, today is the big day. Your precious little girl is getting married to the richest boy in town. It's in all the papers with pictures of you and your high society friends. Well, guess what, Amanda. You're not going to make that wedding." This page was last updated on 03/31/08. |
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