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Serial (100 Words)

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Serial  (100 Words)

Detective Jake Monroe examined the bloody crime scene. All the expected signs were there; the slashed throat, the look of terror in her eyes, and missing shoes.

The Riverside Killer struck again.

“Number five is a blonde?”

He turned to look at his partner Max who entered the hotel room.

“Do we know her name?”

“Let me see,” Jake scooped up her purse to search for her ID.

“You must be relieved.”

Jake sighed. “Was that necessary?”

Max shrugged. “Hey, at least this time there’s no evidence tying her to you.”

Opening her purse, Jake found a photo of himself.

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Don Luccini’s Daughter (100 Words)

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Don Luccini’s Daughter

A man in control of his universe, Don Gino Luccini’s accent caressed every syllable, “Why are you here?”

Ray Gamba admired Sofia Luccini’s portrait. “To bring this killer to justice.”

“Forget justice.” The angry Mafioso smirked. “Bring him to me.”

Gamba squirmed. The alluring young lady in the painting appears to look back at him.

“I will pay you handsomely for delivering Sofia’s killer.”

“Forget your dirty money,” he cursed. Luccini would never understand I loved his daughter.

“Detective, you have no idea how I feel.”

Gamba sighed, if you only knew how I feel after accidentally shooting your daughter.

 

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The Mirror (100 Words)

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The Mirror

Henry watched his wife stand before the magic mirror he purchased at the antique shop. The shopkeeper assured him she would love it.

Glowing, Samantha admired her youthful reflection minus every wrinkle and twenty pounds. Platinum blond replaced thinning white hairs. Her leathery skin worn by time, appeared soft and radiant.

“If only I still looked this way.” Samantha passed her withered hand across her aged face, “I was flawless.”

He smiled.

“Look at my reflection. See how beautiful I was twenty years ago.”

“I don’t need the mirror,” Henry replied. “I can see how beautiful you are from here.”