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Mark S. Bacon

Category Archives: flash fiction writers

Editor’s second thoughts

Last week’s guest flash fiction by Jim McCormick was well received.  If you haven’t read it, (log on to the site, if necessary then) scroll down to the previous post.  I described McCormick’s sense of humor as macabre.  Just so, but that’s only part of it.  What make this story–and others of his–successful is the macabre mixed with whimsy.  What a great combination for a crime or horror story.  I’m envious.

New flash fiction

Here’s another installment from Cops, Crooks & Other Stories in 100 Words.  Don’t forget that my other e-book, Mysteries and Murder, is available from Ether Books for convenient reading on your phone.

 

Never an Empty Seat at Maggie’s

“We don’t want to eat anywhere that’s empty,” said Jamie. “Let’s find a restaurant with lots of locals.”

“Here,” said Ty, parking their car. “This place is full.”

As they approached the hostess, they wondered if they’d have to wait.

“Just follow me,” she said.

As Jamie and Ty walked through the restaurant, they noticed that some of the customers were less than animated.

“Here’s a nice spot,” said the hostess. She dragged the two corpses that were seated at the table into a corner.

“No one comes into an empty restaurant,” she said. “So we keep the tables filled.”

New flash fiction

Here is another sample from Cops, Crooks and Other Stories in 100 Words.  Don’t forget that my other e-book, Mysteries and Murder, is available from Ether Books for convenient reading on your phone. Click on the book cover in the left-hand column.

Learning the Ropes

“It’s the job of law enforcement to spot con games,” said the old pro.  “And so you rookies gotta really know all the new cons and the old ones.  Me, I think you should focus on old ones like the KC shuffle and the bank examiner.”

“But doesn’t everyone know about those?” asked an eager student. “Don’t most crooks avoid those?”

“Hell no. These are the classics.  People fall all over themselves to give away their money.”

“Okay Blackie, we get it,” said one of the young men in the makeshift basement classroom.  “Anything else?”

“Yeah.  Don’t call us crooks.”