Hint of Evil

“This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid,” Adam mumbled to himself as the elevator moved up to the top floor. The mid-30s college student paced within the empty elevator while he reminded himself of his stupidity. “I’m gonna say the thing and they’re going to call security on me.” Before he could reconsider…

Devilish Informant

“It was an old story,” Alice began her tale but did not make it very far before Ms. Sharp interrupted her. “I don’t need a prologue or the wisdom of your ancestors. Just tell me what you know,” Ms. Sharp said. Alice nodded. “Her name is Ballisea. The story says she loved a Zero but…

Hot Melody

Marcus Preston dashed into the office at full speed. He did not bother to try and close the door; they would break through it faster than the time he spent closing it. He rounded the desk and frantically opened the second drawer. “Come on, Mr. P! There’s nowhere to hide in there!” Fire Captain, the…

Sharp Promise

“Sir?” Valerie forced as much politeness into her voice as she could. “If there’s nothing else, may I help the next customer?” She gestured at the growing line behind the portly man. His confusion shifted to anger; his eyebrows angled and his eyes hardened. “Excuse me?” he asked. “This is my game, and I’ll move…

Sharp Revelation

“Who’s she?” Mortimer paused at the entrance to Satan’s office. The old, silver-haired billionaire expected to have a private meeting with the devil. A stern, pale woman in a white suit sat across from a large slab of obsidian that served as a desk. She did not turn to acknowledge Mortimer or his question of…

Holey Soul

“Tell me what you see,” Melody said. The pale, dark-haired woman invited herself into Ned’s booth and introduced herself as Melody. Then, she pointed to the empty space above her head. “I know you see something.”  Ned had many questions, but he hoped she would give him answers in exchange for his. He never told…

Sharp Spare

“Please wait here, Mr. President,” the dark-suited agent gestured at a chair in front of a small cherry wood desk. The leather, high-back chair on the other side of the desk was empty. “Why?” Howard asked. “I have far too much to do on my first day in office; I don’t have time to sit…

Harvesting Information

“What’s that look about?” Darcy asked. Her coworker, Mason, stared oddly at her as she joined him at the small table. It was one of four in the small break room. He had a confused, surprised look on his face as he stared at something on her head. He gave his head a shake and…

Sharp Apology

“…but…,” Arnold nervously stepped back from the open cell door. “I’m not up for parole until next year.” He shook his head in rapid fashion; for him, it was more of a physical tick than communication. A burly guard glared at the mousey prisoner. “I’m not ready for a hearing today,” Arnold said. He tried…

Soul-food

“Arachnophobic?” Mundo asked with laughter. The burly, bearded, bald man shook his head. “You can’t possibly be arachnophobic,” he said. He set the un-used tattoo machine aside in a plastic tray atop a rolling cart. Mundo’s tattoo shop was empty except for Mundo, the tattooist, and Tanner, the customer. He was a scrawny, sickly teenager…