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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.”
Unable to meet Henry’s eyes, “Hope and I are in love.”
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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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.
“Stop, police,” said Sgt. Collins, while he chased the suspect through the fair. The blonde, teenage boy wearing a black jacket, blue jeans, and holding the ticket office moneybox ran though the crowd. He released the brake on an unattended lemonade cart, which started to roll towards a group of children on a field trip. Sgt. Collins only a few yards behind the suspect broke off his pursuit. A girl no older than seven with long black hair, wearing a blue camp shirt, and kaki shorts froze in place, as she watched the cart come towards her. With no time to lose, Sgt. Collins dove in front of the cart getting them both to safety. For his act of bravery the crowd cheered Sgt. Collins, meanwhile the girl ran back to the rest of her class. Moments later a loud bang permeated the fair, as the cart crashed into the metal gate around the Ferris wheel. The balloon vender, former army private first class still suffering from PTSD dove for cover and let go of the balloons. Sgt. Collins looked back towards where he broke off pursuit, only to find Officer Bradley already apprehended the suspect.