Tag: Short Story
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Nutmeg and Clover
There is nothing at the back of Dolnoon’s Saloon except cacti and a vast open space. It’s where Nutmeg Dolnoon goes when she needs a breather from the hectic activity inside. Herbert Hatherthwaite says to get out there, in the silence, with the elements, the wind sometimes plays tricks, and it plays them well. Nutmeg…
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Jinkies
You don’t get to become a world-famous investigator over night… I mean, you could do, but you couldn’t really be any good at it. When I started out, I was terrible… no, not terrible, let me rephrase that, I was overenthusiastic. I’d somehow find myself in precarious situations, being the brains and the boffin of…
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Scorpion Rising
Herbert Hatherthwaite and Sid Sundown sat on the rickety old stools at the far end of the bar in the saloon. Violet Dolnoon played heavily on the honkytonk piano, desperate to alleviate the tense feelings of fear that permeated the whole room. Nutmeg Dolnoon leant against the bar watching the outlaw Angus Blade as he…
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A Primrose Mystery
Mrs Primrose entered the library and stopped instantly. Laid out on the table were various objects beside a photo of her. At first, she thought she was safe, then suddenly realised a very important object was missing. She desperately tried to remember who had been at the murder mystery dinner party she’d been hosting. Not…
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Airborne
The pyramid rose like an impossible hot air balloon. Gently and slowly it left the remains of the building that used to house it crumbling into the crater it left behind. It climbed steadily and then each section, starting from the bottom upward began to rotate in turn – the grating sound from the stone…
