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The Smoker

The sky darkened as the bus made its way into the city.  Steven Ford watched a shadow cross his magazine as the ocean of pavement washed around the bus filling the morning scenery with bumper to bumper traffic.  He sighed, his body tensing, as he realized how much he had enjoyed his trip to the countryside.  No big-city traffic, no …

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Caswell

The mid-afternoon sun glinted off the vine-shrouded windows of the ancient house.  It stood away from the road with a black wrought iron fence, almost swallowed by weeds, coiling a reptilian path into the back yard where the twilight cast strange shadows and a pair of gleaming eyes disappearing into the overgrowth. Then Timothy felt his mother’s hand gripping the …