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I don’t normally like death stories myself. I had to write this one, though. “I’m going to the canteen. You want anything?” Hutch looked up from typing a report to look at his partner. Starsky was waiting for an answer. Hutch checked his watch it was eleven-fifteen a.m. “Starsk, you only had breakfast a couple of hours ago, you can’t… -
A chance meeting. It was the summer of 1957, and twelve year old Ken Hutchinson was on his way home, heading to the airport with his mother, father and younger sister. His father’s business had brought him to Bay City for a week and he had chosen to combine it with a family holiday. Ken was going to miss the… -
Here’s my contribution to the one syllable story challenge. It’s really difficult trying to write a story and concentrate on how many syllables your writing! Oh well I gave it a go…do I get my badge now? LOL “Starsk, come on,” groaned Hutch. “Just a bit more time, huh?” “How much more?” “I have to find it.” “Don’t think… -
How can buying a bottle of wine turn into a life-threatening situation? “The man coming in here, he’s a cop,” said Mrs Ramirez. “So you better go. He’ll shoot you else.” Vic turned to see a man approaching the store. He didn’t look like a cop. Maybe the old lady was bluffing; but he couldn’t take the chance. He turned… -
A story of unrequited love for Starsky. I’m not very good at words, or times, and places for that matter. I just know what I know, and I’ll try to share it with you. If you’ll give me the time. It happened in the early seventies. I was living with Ma. Well, OK I’m still living with Ma now. I…