The Clown
What lies beneath the painted mask?
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
What lies beneath the painted mask?
I didn’t kill him.
Alice gave me a furtive glance as she handed me a glass of lemonade.
“You see, Detective, I have a little problem with knives.
There was only one bus in town and I missed the last run, its taillights taunting me with the faint spray from the wet wheels.
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Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.
David Pemberton leaned into the mirror and fussed over the crow’s feet starting to creep into his face.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
thunderous dark skies
The blade of the shovel rang loudly as it hit rock again.
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right.