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The car was a 1954 Pontiac. Her first owner was Bill Keenan, a newspaper reporter for the Kansas City Star.

Bill drove the car home and his wife met him out on the front steps and shot him dead. She’d found out about Bill and his secretary.

Now, you can say that didn’t have anything to do with the car, and I guess you’d be right. Still, it seemed to have gotten the car off to a bad start. Over the years, she was owned by 13 people. Every one of those folks was murdered.

I don’t really consider myself to be superstitious, but I don’t see no reason to tempt fate, neither. That’s why I tried to talk Eric out of buying the car. It was useless, of course. He was in love with the thing. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Death for Sale”

“Presentation is an important part of elegant dining,” Margo said.

I looked at the stupid little bird made out of some sort of vegetable I’d never eat under any circumstances nestled among other food I didn’t want.

In fact, considering the spread was for my birthday party, there was nothing here I wanted. It was classic Margo. “It’s a goofy-looking little bird. What’s elegant about that?” I grumbled at her.

“It’s whimsical,” she smiled at me, oblivious to my disappointment, as always.

I shrugged in resignation. There was just no winning this kind of discussion with Margo. There would be guests I didn’t want, standing around making small-talk I wasn’t interested in.

At least, I thought that’s how it was going to be. As it turns out, I underestimated Margo.

Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: A Night to Remember”