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VICTOR KREUITER: Harold

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He was generous, that’s what everyone said. He just passed away.

He was a Weber, lived three doors down from us. There’s never been a shortage of Webers around here.

Halloween, he’d pass out quarters. Quarters would get you into a movie back then.

Harold. That was his first name.

Victor Kreuiter lives, reads, and writes in the Midwest. His stories have appeared in Bewildering Stories, Halfway Down The Stairs, Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Literally Stories, Tough, Del Sol SFF Review, The Windhover, Crimeucopia’s 2024 “Let Me Tell You About” anthology, and other online and print publications. His story, “Miller and Bell,” originally published in the August, 2022, issue of Mystery, was selected to appear in The Mysterious Bookshop Presents the Best Mystery Stories of 2023.

VICTOR KREUITER: Halo

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The halo arrived when she was twelve. The teasing was merciless. The nuns were furious. In confession, she wept.

She was force-marched through tabernacles and asylums and hospitals and prodded and examined and questioned. The cruelest question: “Why you?”

She disappeared. How does a young woman with a halo disappear?

Victor Kreuiter lives, reads, and writes in the Midwest.

VICTOR KREUITER: Something Like That

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A boy became a monk, stayed silent for thirty-one years. Finally, he spoke: “Gentlemen, I’m leaving.”

His father greeted him on his return. It was Biblical. “What did you learn?” he asked.

“Well,” his son replied, “every mystery that was ever a mystery is still a mystery. Something like that.”

Victor Kreuiter lives, reads, and writes in the Midwest.

VICTOR KREUITER: Did you hear them crows?

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“Did you see?” Rose asked.

“Hush,” her mother said. Her sisters gave her the eye.

“That was daddy,” Rose said. He’d been out in the field, standing there. Watching.

Her mother hissed: “Rose, your daddy was buried today…”

But Rose seen him, watching. She said: “Did you hear them crows?”

Victor Kreuiter lives in the midwest.