Sandra Ruttan has released the short list for the Spinetingler Awards, and I am very pleased to announce that Gerri Leen’s “Shared Losses” is included in the short story short list.
Voting is open until December 30. Check out the short list and register your opinion (and, maybe, find something new and good to read).
“I should have done this a long time ago.”
“Yes, you should have.”
Dennis gripped the steering wheel tighter and shot a reproachful look at Angela. She raised her gloved hands blamelessly. “Hey, I agree with you, boss,” she said brightly.
Ian Rogers is a writer, artist, and photographer. His short fiction has been published or is forthcoming in Cemetery Dance, All Hallows, Broken Pencil, Not One of Us, and Dark Wisdom. For more information, visit www.ianrogers.ca
“That’s when I realised that if I didn’t kill her, someone else would. And I couldn’t let that happen.”
Jack’s jaw dropped. “You killed her?”
Stephanie Vann is currently a full-time archaeology postgraduate research student. ‘Cracking Eggs’ is her first story for Shred of Evidence.
They found Fire Chief Reginald Morrigan dead early one winter morning, drowned in a large bathtub full of bootleg gin inside the town firehouse. For five years he had been using the firehouse in Calerton, New York as a front to make rye, gin and scotch and to sneak good Canadian whiskey and beer into Upstate New York right near the American-Canadian border.
Ed Dugan and the other firemen dragged Morrigan’s alcohol-soaked corpse out of the tub, laid it down on the floor and waited for the local meat wagon to come pick it up. The whole firehouse reeked of booze and it made Ed’s eyes water. Seeing the chief like that also filled him with anger. He had to wait outside the fire hall and light a cigarette, ignoring the cold that bore right down into his blood and bones.
He knew who had done this. It was the Rogan family, Irish mafia that had come up from New York City. Although they hadn’t left any message, Morrigan’s body made the message quite clear. Stay out of bootlegging trade or else you’re next.
Fredrick Obermeyer lives in Cooperstown, NY. He enjoys writing science-fiction, horror, crime and fantasy and has had stories published in the Dead Inn, Alternate Realities, Planet Relish, Fedora, SDO Fantasy, the Fifth Di and Forgotten Worlds.
One shot, center mass, and down he went.
Just in the last three years, I’d been forced to move five times as police department after police department switched to voiceless dispatching. Although my equipment was top of the line, it still couldn’t intercept communications sent out over secure IP networks.