Jason’s confession

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Emanating from the crackling fire the smell of trout penetrated the air.

Jason finished his third beer, “Henry, I’m so sorry.”

“About what?”

Unable to meet Henry’s eyes, “Hope and I are in love.”

“How long?”

“Three months.”

Henry palmed the filet knife. “You’ve been screwing my wife for months and now you’re sorry!”

“We never meant to hurt you.”

In an upward arc the knife permeated Jason’s chest. Henry’s face became pale. “What did I do?”

Jason doubled over in a coughing fit a sucking sound coming from the wound.

With his final breath Jason said, “I forgive you.”

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A bumpy ride

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The lack of sleep weighed heavily on Mark Cohen. While elated to be a father, he’d not slept more than two hours in the last three days.

“Mark, call in and get some sleep. You look exhausted,” said his wife Suzy.

“I am, but we need the money.”

While driving down Main Street, his eyes became too heavy and he drifted off. The sounds of a thump and branches being crushed startled him awake.

“Oh crap.” Mark slammed on the brakes and swerved back on the road.

He pulled into the first parking space available to survey the damage.

Henry David Thoreau’s desk

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In his grandfather’s will Henry David Thoreau VI received a large fortune and an old desk. One morning he noticed a letter, which wasn’t there the night before.

Every owner of this desk has been a great author. You will keep our tradition alive.

Henry

Henry VI laughed. At two thirty the next morning he jolted upright. An almost transparent man stood before him. ‘I warn you not to ignore my letter.”

Henry VI starred on in terror. Finding his voice he croaked out, “Ok.”

“Go now.”

He ran to the desk and started his first of twelve novels.

 

Jennifer’s Safe Haven

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After hours of shadow games first by plane then by car, Jennifer and the agents arrived at the safe house.

She folded her arms across her chest, while she glared at special agent John Davis. “How long do we have to stay here? This place is a dump.”

“It’s not the Ritz Carlton but were more concerned with keeping you alive.”

Five months later Jennifer was on edge. Desperate to be alone, she climbed out the bedroom window one morning before sunrise. Within an hour she was lost. Her body was discovered a week later ravaged by animals and the elements.