I've gotten back into the habit of writing these on my own and decided that I should start posting them again.
Any first sentences you'd like to see turned into short stories, please send my way.
Who would have
poisoned the old man’s dog?
Well there were plenty of suspects if the truth be told.
The old man was seeing the very fine looking widow McGoratte
who runs the yarn shop on High Street.
She had a bit of an evil streak to her.
He owed money to his Barber after all those poker games
lasted until three in the morning.
There were times when Big Al at the drug store would give
the old man the evil eye. Folk say
that he shoplifted from Big Al, Big Al’s daddy and Big Al’s grand daddy all the
way back to when the old man was in diapers.
Hell, Cecil who bags groceries at the corner general says
that it was widow McGoratte’s undead husband who came back to avenge his wife’s
purity.
But all of that is foolishness.
The dog poisoned itself.
You don’t think that a dog would kill itself? Well it didn’t. I was the one who sold the dog that
concoction, just enough to knock it out for a day and a half. I’d bet you a million dollars that if
you checked that grave tonight you’d find it empty.
That dog had plans, big plans. He knew things about the old man that would turn your spine
to jelly. The dog hasn’t left town
yet, but he will soon. And that
old man will be the last to see him before he leaves for good.
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