“If I were hiding something, where would it be?” I muttered, prowling the green room early in the morning. Eddie was around somewhere, but not in the green room. I was glad he had been at the park because otherwise I would have been forced to scale the outside gate and to open the door… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter four, part two
“How was your day, dear?” My mother greeted me as I knocked on the back door again. Even though there were fewer reporters out front, I still didn’t want to deal with them. I never understood people who talked to the media in the midst of a horrible tragedy. The only thing I’d say to… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter four, part one
“Trixie, get your ass in here!” Eddie bellowed at me from inside his office the minute I showed up for work the next morning. He was looking particularly repulsive as he had bits of egg clinging to his once-white t-shirt. I stepped into his office, and he slammed the door behind me, causing my hackles… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part four
I leaned against the wall, thinking about Shannon and Aaron. They had been a couple ever since they met at the U ten years ago. He had been a philosophy major; she, a fine arts major. They were one of those couples who simply belonged together. You could tell it when you looked at them… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part three
“Nice costume,” she said admiringly, looking me up and down. “Where’s Rafe?” “He’s coming,” I said, grinning to myself. If she liked my getup, wait until she saw Rafe. I yanked off my wig and fluffed out my hair. I tossed the wig onto a coffee table, knowing my mother would pick it up later. … Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part two
The day after Ellen gave me the envelope, I returned to my apartment to find a single rose on the front step, and a window broken. Being the smart gal that I was, I pulled out my cell and phoned the cops. I waited for them outside my apartment building. By the time they got… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter three, part one
“What the fuck?” Rafe jumped up from his chair and stared down at me. “She was wearing your costume?” He started pacing, keeping his eyes pinned to me. “You sit there so calmly telling me about your coworker being murdered and don’t bother telling me until now that it could have been you? What are… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter two, part two
“Rather strange coincidence, isn’t it?” Antoinette interjected, cutting her eyes to me. “The day you two switch costumes, Lydia is murdered.” Although she was purportedly speaking only to me, her voice carries clearly across the crowd. I flushed, but didn’t answer. I figured it was better to save my words for the police than to… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter two, part one
“God, did I tie one on last night,” Lydia groaned, holding her head in her hands. “It was Brian’s birthday, and boy, did we celebrate. He loved the painting I did for him.” Lydia dabbled in painting and could be really good at it if she put more effort into it. “Rafe’s birthday is next… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter one, part two
“Hey, girls!” Delia Booth bounced over, and I do mean bounced. She wasn’t wearing a bra as usual, and her thirty-eight double-Ds were very happy to see us. She’s the newest edition to our happy animal family, and she’s still perky after working at this shit-hole for two weeks. She must either be lobotomized or… Continue Reading