Tag: samson
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BUT THERE WAS A CRIMINAL
He felt broken. Battered. Alone. No one believed him. There was no body. But there was a criminal. Out there. A murderer. He was sure of it. Someone had to deliver justice. Him. Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread. For more information and to join in…
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IN THE HOLLOW TREE

Nothing sinister or suspect. Samson looked out at the row of bungalows. A car drove past, a dog barked, the trees swayed in the breeze. He stepped inside the house, walking through the hallway, glancing in each room. No signs of disturbance. She lived here alone. Late last night, a call from neighbours reporting screaming.…