Legal Theft Flash Fiction: Trumpeter (1240 words)

Careful so the guard wouldn’t notice, he tossed his handkerchief over the side of the cart. Someone would find it.

Jasen had not been told who. Not when Kynbessne and Jennika explained the plan to him, all three of them gathered around the expertly drawn, delightedly stolen house map. Not a few minutes later when he had asked. Explicitly. Someone would watch the manse while they were inside, and someone would have a way to signal Jennika if the mistress of the house returned while they were still scouting inside.

Kynbessne had looked resolute and patient when he questioned her, perhaps protecting an associate who she’d rather he didn’t arrest. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Jennika, however, had cocked her head slyly, her constant smile tilting her mouth. Like she might just be enjoying the spectacle of leaving him in the dark.

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Flash Fiction: The Old Place (699 words)

The squad entered the house in a single-file line, quiet as they could with Merick walking backward as he brought up the rear. He swept a glance over the area one more time before he shut the door and shut them in.

The rafters were broken, and the roof was either bowed in or gaping over them. Shafts of sunlight bit into the dusted air, caught in the mangled furniture or just deepened the shadows in the corners. Tarrin moved across the room first. He picked up half a chair and threw it to the side to give the others space to follow him. He shoved the half-collapsed table to one side with his foot. He broke a bent set of shelves all the way through and kicked them to the edges of the room.

Jiri watched him from behind and didn’t say a word.

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Legal Theft Flash Fiction: Dulcet Tones (425 words)

It is the dearest wish of my heart that this letter reach you in time. I have every intention of setting sail within the week, making for Port Andin with all haste. Upon arrival, it will be my pleasure to seek out Mr. Daleman, and speak with him on one of two subjects: his immediate restitution for heinous acts against my person and the persons of others dear to me, or his immediate cessation of breath.

Under the assumption that he will prefer the latter, and knowing the depth and intensity of such a discussion, I would very much like to have your company.

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