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Mystery Guest
Mystery GuestbyR. Brian Campbell Just. Keep. Putting. One. Foot. In. Front. Of. The. Other. Don’t. Stop. She was so cold, she could barely keep moving. …
The Case of the Disappearing Toys
“Storage shed five is empty.”
“What do you mean, empty?” Alfie spun around on his stool, the puzzle forgotten.
“Empty. Unfull. Vacant. Void. Hollow. An empty shell. Bereft of toys. That’s what I mean. Empty.” Chester glared at him.
“That’s impossible! I just built two doll carriages yesterday and they barely fit inside.”
“Well there’s nothing but room, now.” Chester folded his arms across his tiny chest.
“Show me.” Alfie hopped off the stool.
Easy Prey
Mr. Eagle glided down and settled on top of Mr. Beaver’s den. “Beaver! You’ve chased off all my prey!”
“As always, Eagle, your grasp of the obvious is 20/20.”
“Why did you do that? You knew I was hunting.”
“You were hunting my neighbours. You don’t live here anymore, they do. I protect my neighbours.”
Your Trees are in My River, Dammit
“Be nice,” Mrs. Beaver admonished, as she ducked under the water and into their lodge.
The eagle settled on top of a dead tree protruding from the water next to the lodge. “Beaver! We need to talk.”
Mr. Beaver grumbled under his breath as he turned around. “What do you want Eagle?”
“You dammed up the river again.”
“Your powers of observation do you credit.”
“We discussed this last year Beaver.”
“We discussed nothing. You told me to stop damming the river and I told you to blow it out your…”
Salem’s Night Out
“Salem. Why are you out alone this late on Witch’s Night?”
“That would be because I’m looking for trouble,” Salem said, with a smile, her green eyes twinkling. She transformed and faded into the shadows.
Partners
PartnersbyR. Brian Campbell I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Motionless. Listening. No sound but my own breathing. I cautiously slid my toes…
A New Beginning
As the dust and soot settled, on absolutely everything, a small, soot-covered figure stumbled out of the fireplace. “He-cough, cough…Hel-cough, cough…Hello, I’m Alfie. Are you Doug Thorsten?”
Doug looked down into large, bright blue eyes, staring out at him from what appeared to be a walking mound of soot, barely as high as his belt buckle. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “That’s me. Doug Thorsten.”
“Great. I was looking for you, Santa needs-”
Mother’s Wrath
I blinked my eyes open. I must have fallen asleep at my desk. My vision cleared and I looked up at the ceiling. Wait a minute! This isn’t my office! This is-
I sat bolt upright in bed. A young-looking, raven haired woman, wearing a form-fitting black blouse and breeches, sat on the foot of my bed, her legs curled under her, luminous green eyes staring intently at me.
“Salem! What are you doing in my bedroom?”
“As I said, I have need of your services.”
“Most of my clients meet me in my office.”
She shrugged. “I am not most of your clients. And you owe me a favour.”
“Not in my bedroom, I don’t.” I pointed towards the door. “Get out. Wait for me in my kitchen. We’ll talk there.”
Salem smiled, revealing sharp pointed teeth, as she unfolded and glided out the door, pulling it closed behind her.
I swung my feet to the floor and quickly dressed, all the while wondering if it was possible to make my bedroom cat proof.
Things Are Getting Rocky
“King Roland wishes your presence immediately. You may accompany us now.”
It was worth a try. “Very well,” I agreed, like I had a choice, getting up and reaching for my sword belt.
“You may leave your sword here. It will not be needed.”
I turned and glared at the soldier who had spoken. “Now we are at an impasse. You want me to go with you, and I am not leaving unarmed. So, what’s it going to be?” Without waiting for an answer, I took down the sword belt and strapped it around my waist. Then I turned back to face them, my broadsword now on my hip, where it belonged.