Message-ID: <37533asstr$1027671006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: Desdmona22@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <26.2b26fa35.2a71c1d4@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 17:04:20 EDT Subject: {ASSM} A Clue by Desdmona (Flash-caution) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 04:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates The following story is intended for a mature audience. If you're not supposed to be reading this, then don't! I have a new section on my website titled "Postcard Fiction." These are all stories that are considered Flash--under 500 words. Take a look and let me know what you think. www.desdmona.com *********************************************** A Clue By Desdmona 219 words Copyright July 2002 "What'll it be, Moe?" "Some smokes and..." Moe Gafferson paused. The cigarettes were a no-brainer. He had considered quitting. But that was just a thought, not an action. Besides Moe knew smoking wasn't the worst thing a man could do. "Add a pack of them Necco Wafers, Beany." "Any leads on that serial killer, Moe?" "You know I can't discuss a case, Beany." Moe recited the standard answer. Yeah, Beany knew, but that didn't keep him from asking. His curiosity had a way of getting the best of him. "The Daily said they was raped." "The papers don't know everything," Moe said. "Young girls, all of them! It said." Beany's eyes gleamed with horrid fascination. "Red-heads with peachy skin and freckles." Moe thought about tossing Beany a crumb and telling him about the latest: Francine O'Brien. Gold-fire hair to her waist, with pussy fuzz the same color barely covering the bronze speckles on her labia. She had been a vision. Then Jackson came in. "Moe, we gotta go! Another girl, only this time the prick messed up." "Yeah?" "Yeah, he left us a present." Moe lit a cigarette from the just-opened-pack and took a drag. "What'd he leave?" he asked. "Dispatch said something about a wax candy wrapper." Moe Gafferson stared right at Beany and never flinched. But Beany did. <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+