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Flash Fiction by Jesse Binger

I find people.

Skip tracer some like to call it. Bounty Hunter. You’ve all seen the show.

But me? I call myself the Retriever.

Had a golden as a kid. I’d toss her ball after ball. Tennis. Baseball. Those little bouncy spaldeens.

And she’d come springing back within seco...


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Paris

—for Marion Austin
Crime Fiction by John Jeffire

Paris of the Midwest. That’s what they called it. The war was over, the soldiers all come home, packed theaters and new cars and smiling people everywhere you looked. Woodward Avenue lit up mile after mile, the J.L. Hudson store a whole city block, as big as anything in New York...


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Lunacy

Speculative Crime Fiction By Margaret Karmazin

“Who saw Lucy Beard this morning?” Inspector Margot Waite asked the cafeteria crew behind the counter this first Tuesday of the month, which meant Veggie Day. Not the most popular on Toronto Moon Base on Peary Crater, the moon’s newest installation. Toronto was quite up-to-date, though lackin...


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Sail Away

Crime Fiction by Len Cobb

I’ve had my hearing aids out for thirty minutes. I listened to Jory sing “I’m a Little Pumpkin,” and laughed out loud when little Cassie stormed off in the middle of her group act because nobody else was on pitch. I feigned contrition at her mother’s scowl. But if I had to listen to one more rendition of Big Rock...


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Crime Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus

“Do you seriously think . . .” Lars laughed. “You can get away from me?”

Just like that. On speaker, so anyone could hear it. If Joey and I weren’t alone . . . A cop,

or killer could’ve jumped on that.

“We already did.” Joey’s voice shook.

Huddled like little ki...


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