Nostalgia City Mysteries

By Mark S. Bacon

Category Archives: short mystery stories

Crime flash fiction


Dumb Criminals

Burglary detective Melody and new partner Mel strolled around a garage sale.

“We check a few serial numbers and we bust these guys,” she said.

“Would burglars sell loot at a garage sale?”

“Sure,” she whispered, “crooks are dumb. Now look around.”

Mel was glancing at a stack of 33 rpm albums when he found it.

Melody slowly moved next to him. “Find anything?”

“Sure did.”

“Me too.”

As Melody was putting cuffs on a surprised suspect, Mel held something in his hand.

“Thought you said you found something,” she said.

“I did. This rare Neil Diamond album’s only $1.29.”


Here’s an early example of flash fiction.

Early Flash Fiction


Thanks to Jim McCormick for passing this along.


Today’s crime short-short


Here is a sample of 100-word flash fiction from my book, Cops, Crooks and Other Stories. There are 99 more. Just click on the book cover on the left side of my blog.

Problem at the Bank

“How soon do you start your big vacation?”

“Huh, oh, couple of days.”

“Wish I had good news for you, but I don’t. We had to release that employee of yours, Alonzo.”

“Release him? Why? I thought he–”

“Not enough evidence. And now we’ve hit a stone wall. In the week since your bank reported the big embezzlement, we’ve interviewed every one of your employees–and come up empty.”


“And this is a small town. It’d be hard to hide that kind of cash.”

“Uh huh.”

“So, did you say you and your wife were going to South America?”

Flash fiction, episode two


I’m pleased to publish the second installment of the flash fiction story “Stone Motor,” about a different kind of rebel band. Each of these pieces is 100 words. If you missed the first story, it’s reproduced below, followed by the second episode.

 Stone Motor

by Jim McCormick

Stone Motor played a gig in the music room of a moss shrouded, antebellum mansion near the Mississippi. Its audience included the usual bland tourists and a blue-haired guide named Maude, who disclaimed the South’s loss in the War between the States. Lately, she’d been trying to poison visitors from up north with complementary mint juleps. Melvin Carnahan of Boston accepted one and he expired as he drove off the plantation. The band’s lead singer was arrested; seems he had a likeness of Jeff Davis tattooed over his heart. Soon after, Maude seized the mike and the rest was history.

civil war stuff

Shortly after joining the band, lead singer and murderess Maude Dossage changed her name; she wanted a stand-alone nom de guerre. Slightly bent in her 80th year, red hair exchanged for blue, she told the Stone Motor boys her name was now Mudd. Sympathy with the Confederate cause persisted; she hatched a plot to do in Brooklyn born drummer, Grant Getty. Mint julep concoction again? No! Too good for Getty. He got it one cool evening when Mudd laced his doobie with strychnine; he never even made it to the bandstand. Thereafter, the smug Miss Mudd doubled on percussion.

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