Spring came and gradually melted away the deep snow, permitting Steven to locate the corpse he had misplaced back in November.
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#quikfic 91
Hal looked out across the vast landscape of the frozen tundra. He hoped to catch a glimpse of his missing sled dogs. And the sled.
#quikfic 90
The police hadn’t found the missing baby. In one corner of the crib, the big teddy bear just sat and smiled and said nothing.
#quikfic 89
A bullet whizzed past the bartender’s string tie. He calmly reached out and took the gun from his assailant. “You’re cut off, Ma.”
#quikfic 88
“You should be hard at work on Valentine’s Day,” the bartender said. “Give me a Manhattan and hold the shop talk,” Cupid groused.
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There are some other stories about Cupid in the archives, here and here. Also, note that this is #quikfic 88: 88 is amateur radio shorthand for “love and kisses.” It’s a nice coincidence today.
#quikfic 87
I stumbled in the fog with only my heart to guide me home to Kathy. I ended up on Lorna’s porch. And on her sofa. And in her bed.
#quikfic 86
“Which door?” the villian shouted. “The lady or the tiger?” The circus animal trainer shrugged; it didn’t make much difference.
#quikfic 85
The homesteader saw his new fields. The brochure was right. Where, indeed, would be a better place to raise papayas than Nebraska?
#quikfic 84
Fred shook his head. “Oh, that garage band. Every day.” He got his phone book to start looking for a different retirement village.
#quikfic 83
Bert’s car pulled into the driveway. Bert went outside. “It’s about time you’re back,” he told the car. “I’ve got errands to run.”