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The Reckoning
Jerome stared, aghast, at the note. He felt a lump forming at the base of his throat. It was almost as though the writer of the note was pressing them to inform the Police with his insistent correspondence. If they did not approach the Police, what if he or she divulged the events of that night? Jerome would not be able to bear considering the consequences. The whole trajectory of his life could be altered. All resulting from the mishap caused by their simple prank. Jerome turned his eyes to the others seated around the table.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Adnan buttoned his white shirt and knotted his tie, checking his appearance in the mirror. He brushed aside the loose strands of black hair which were strewn over his forehead. As he did so, his finger grazed the deep cut on his forehead. He paused momentarily, his finger absent-mindedly running over the inscrutable scar. Then he collected his thoughts and straightened his tie. He had to get to work before he ended up being late.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Mrs Anna Smith sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee. Her cheeks were speckled with fresh tears. She drew a steadying breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her free hand. It had been more than a week but she couldn’t stem the flow of tears. Robert is a wonderful man, loving father and husband. Was. Anna corrected herself, her eyes focused on the window overlooking the sunlit driveway. It had been more than a week, but everyday was difficult. She struggled to keep the fragments of her life intact. But she could not succumb to her grief. She needed to be strong, if not for herself, then for the sake of her children.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
The rain fell in torrents, ricocheting off the surface of the umbrellas and splattering into the dampening mud. Greg stood still, his knuckles turning white, as he clenched the handle of his umbrella. His eyes were focused on the casket as it was lowered into the grave. Robert had departed like Salim had all those years before. The memories of that night had become clearer and clearer over the last few days. They haunted Greg’s every waking hour, threatening to consume him.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Periwig Poacher Strikes Again
The Periwig Poacher Strikes Again The sign reads H.G. Higglebottom Memorial Botanical Garden, but it is more like a nature preserve than a garden. The walls and peaked roof of the garden are massive plates of glass held together with cleverly engineered steel beams and rivets; they enclose an area densely packed with plant and animal life, the space roughly equal to three shovelball stadiums—room enough to spend an entire day stalking your quarry. The hot, damp air inside the structure combined with the thrill of the hunt brings a sweat to your face and neck. Crouching in the underbrush, you pause only long enough to wipe your face and take a quick pull from your canteen. Peering up into the lush canopy overhead you can see several species of exotic birds and boisterous primates, but the creature you seek neither climbs nor flies and prefers open spaces to trees and shrubbery. Concentrating on the ground beneath you as well as the branches and leaves and twigs surrounding you, you creep silently toward the open area that winds its way through the garden.
By Phillip Merrill6 years ago in Criminal
