Tag Archives: Short Story

Down to the Bone

Posted on April 6, 2020 by

“I’m afraid you cannot speak to the patient, it’s simply out of the question.” Sergeant Gendarme Arpin held up his hands. “I don’t need to speak with him, we only need-“ “To see his medical records and speak with his … Continue reading →

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Dinner Conversation

Posted on March 30, 2020 by

There were no two ways about it, her outfit was ruined. Zsófia knew it was ridiculous, she had much bigger problems at the moment, but still, she loved that outfit. It was the perfect mix of librarian demureness and slightly … Continue reading →

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Hope and Friendship

Posted on March 23, 2020 by

“How many times have you taken that apart?” asked Frau Schlüsselherrin. Monsieur L’Horloge gently screwed in the back of the chronoton and then slowly wound it up. “It keeps running slightly slow,” he said holding it up to his ear. … Continue reading →

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Dead Desires

Posted on March 16, 2020 by

Detective Durand carefully walked down the worn stone steps of the spiral staircase. She ran her left hand along the wall and carried and a candle in her right. This was not a place for the living or at least … Continue reading →

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A Difficult Client

Posted on March 9, 2020 by

Boot steps echoed off the marble floors of the Tribunal de Justice. Jules Thibault, his hands shackled was flanked by four Chevaliers, one on each of the cardinal points and if that was not enough, four uniformed gendarmes also filled … Continue reading →

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Educational Sojourn

Posted on March 2, 2020 by

Olivia had insisted on meeting at the Museum of Unnatural History. Actually, it was her father who had told her that her first choice, a small café in the carpenter’s district would be more trouble. She took his concerns seriously, … Continue reading →

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I Have No Idea

Posted on February 17, 2020 by

“Two cafés.” Sergeant Arpin stood with Detective Durand at the street vendor near the Gendarmerie. The rich aroma of ground beans and the hiss of boiling water fought against the hurly-burly of the Arrondissement. “How goes your missing ghost case?” … Continue reading →

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