A Reminder by Russell Thayer

The basement window had been shattered long before Gunselle decided to kill the businessman. A piece of plywood had been cut to fit the empty hole, but set lazily against the frame. She loathed unfinished projects. Squeezing into the home’s deeper shadows, Gunselle dropped onto an empty workbench. The businessman was tidy in some ways. […]

The Stain by Russell Thayer

Standing in a brassiere at her bathroom sink, Gunselle let the faucet pour cold water over the bloodstain on the front of her favorite blouse. Why had she worn the damned thing? Why wear a white blouse on a job like this? Stupid vanity, that’s why. And now the blouse might be ruined. With her […]