I hired a private investigator to catch my wife cheating on me while I worked late.
She had become withdrawn, ignoring my questions, like
“Where were you tonight?”
One day I turned a corner to find my private investigator and her private investigator making out, forgetting to take any pictures.
Alex Pigeon is a law student in Saint Louis, Missouri. When she isn’t studying or writing, she’s playing board games and knitting.
Her boys play outside with an old Nerf ball. As she leads him to the broken furnace, he sees her tiny house has a cross, but no gifts, no tree. He sympathizes; he’s had a rough year, too.
She sees him glancing and is grateful they have nothing to steal.
Graham Robert Scott teaches writing at a university in north Texas. His stories have appeared in Barrelhouse Online, Nature, and Blink-Ink. See more at hemicyon.wordpress.com.
Alana was great with numbers. They called her “hypotenuse” behind her back. She was across everything in the office and her colleagues hated her for it.
She wondered how long it would take them to realise she was taking the company’s money. Alana knew she’d disappear before they ever knew.
Mark Konik is from Newcastle, Australia. He writes short stories and plays.