Tom and Larry pulled Frank to a seated position in front of the table Dave was on. Kevin handed Larry a bottle of water, which Frank drank from. The men were quiet. Frank rubbed his knee, which was the first point of impact on his fall. “That’ll hurt tomorrow,” he whispered, “sorry to do that,…
Frank exited the police department an hour later. Chief Dobbin offered some time off. Frank declined, requesting to continue his current caseload. He was especially concerned with a recent murder that happened in the water plant. Earl Kelley was the last operator at the plant two weeks ago. He was found decapitated the next day…
Frank Brown sat up in his bed at 4:15am. He touched the other side, expecting to have his wife offer her cheek for a kiss. He felt only the flannel sheets. Frank recalled a strange dream where his son called and said his wife was killed. But it wasn’t a dream… Frank settled into his…
The autumn wind ripped down the Main Street of Fishbanks, Maine. Like most New England towns, it was composed of a centralized downtown street surrounded by residential areas. Its Common, known as “Fish Park” had gradually lost its beauty to the gangs of middle school punks. Founded in 1786, following the Revolutionary War, Fishbanks made…
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Hi, I’m Nick. I own Bucci Productions based in Maine. I take lots of pictures and write. I’m also a Civil War reenactor.