All short stories published on The Quick and the Dead are linked below. Happy reading!
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“Where was the accident?” he repeated. Marie could see fear creeping through his eyes. “What kind of question is that?” he asked. The fact that his answer was another question bolstered her. “I want to know what you know about the accident,” she said. Her armpits were wet, her heart rate higher than it should… Continue reading
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Marie stared at the golden man, unblinking, her brain unable to comprehend what he meant. She hadn’t made any deal with him. This was the first time she’d ever seen him. For a moment, she felt unanchored to the world. She wondered if she’d been given too much pain medication. Her head seemed open to… Continue reading
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Marie opened her eyes. The soft light of morning peeked into the bedroom. Dawn seemed gray, and that made sense. It rained last night. She turned back the covers, rubbed a hand over her belly and gasped. The swell of the baby was gone. She bolted upright, looking around the room, realizing where she was.… Continue reading
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The baby wasn’t ready yet. As Marie climbed back into the SUV, her huge belly feeling heavier than when she had gone into the hospital, the tears of frustration and fatigue she had been holding back began to steadily leak down her cheeks. Her husband, Ned, took the driver’s seat without the usual pep in… Continue reading
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There I was, in a wilderness of someone else’s making, wondering how I had gotten there and if I’d ever find my way out. Unlike Moses, I hadn’t committed a crime; and also unlike Moses I wasn’t in the wilderness with a purpose, like herding sheep. Nope. I was just wandering, looking for a sign.… Continue reading
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Let me get back to that burning bush- the one that’s way up in the mountain, after you’ve run away from your troubles. Somewhere you think you might be safe from having to confront what’s eating you. You find a burning bush when you have nowhere else to go, and when you have nothing better… Continue reading
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Somewhere, high up in the hills, there is a bush that burns but is never consumed. They say a man named Moses first encountered God there, but I think maybe Moses had always known who God was, he just didn’t know what to call God until he saw that bush. Of course, the bush I’m… Continue reading
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Written by guest author Jolene Rice This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Jolene Rice’s story is the second of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. Skin Care Cassandra spent every Sunday… Continue reading
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Written by guest author Jolene Rice This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Jolene Rice’s story is the second of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. Doing a good job Cassandra had… Continue reading
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Written by guest author Jolene Rice This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Jolene Rice’s story is the second of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. A job Cassandra stopped. Rain was… Continue reading
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