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The Last Thing To Go - By Brian Law

He glanced at the mirror in the hallway for just a moment as he walked past it. Not enough for anyone to notice, but enough to assure himself again. His jaw was firm, his crow’s feet gone, his nose perfect…

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Down Under - By Brian Law

The letter was postmarked Bunbury, W.A. He knew who sent it. There was only one person he knew of who lived in Western Australia. 

“Dear Mr. Wallace, 

Thank you for your interest in my husband’s most recent novel, The Sleazy…

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The Short Shovel - By Brian Law

He thought it odd, especially since everybody in town knew about Jonas’ bad back. Why would a man of Jonas’ size and stature own such a short shovel?  But there it was, leaning right up against the back wall of…

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The Left-Handed Catcher's Mitt - By Brian Law

“What about this old thing?” she asked her brother as she held it up from across the room. 

The two of them, brother and sister, had been asked by the lawyer to go through Granny’s things. They were the youngest…

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The Black Spoon - By Brian Law

“And what, dear Uncle, do you require in return?” the Nephew asked, glancing impatiently at his phone. 

His Uncle reached over for his pipe, tapped it twice on the ashtray, and then sitting back in his rocking chair, replied, “Merely…

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The Court Reporter - By Brian Law

She glanced at the wall clock as the witness droned on trying to answer the district attorney’s questions, or evade them, or whatever. Twenty minutes or so, she figured, and this witness would be done and she’d be down the…

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The Spanish Door - By Brian Law

"As you both are probably aware," the real estate agent explained to the prospective buyers, "this home was once owned by the famous painter, Ramon Cruz." 

Neither of them had heard of Cruz, but they reacted as if they had…

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Checking In - By Brian Law

He stood waiting for the librarian to finish what she was doing. She looked a little young and pretty to be a librarian, but he still waited. He was looking for something special and she might be able to help…

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The Reluctant Gambler - By Brian Law

The Casino’s Security Chief leaned down, looked at the security camera’s screen, and asked the operator, “Okay, so what am I looking at?” 

“You’re looking at Dewey Smith, sir. He’s just entered the Casino and is heading towards the blackjack…

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Role Models - By Brian Law

The kid’s father poured himself another scotch and water and returned to the sofa. His wife had a healthy head start on him, so he was trying hard to catch up. But it wasn’t easy; she’d been practicing all day. 

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The Afterlife Motel - By Brian Law

The two had left Cincinnati in their car early that morning and had passed through Wichita about an hour and a half ago, heading west. They were exhausted, needed a place to stay, and were not too choosy about where. 

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