RicoLaser's published ficlets
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Waiting For Rain
Travis smiled a little, tried not to smirk. “Hey, don’t blame cancer. It’s not the cancer’s fault. Might as well blame the ic…
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Why This Might Kind Of Be My Sister's Fault
And that’s where Georgia enters the picture.
The first thing you have to understand about my sister Georgia is that she’s a …
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Thicker Than Smoke
Memories didn’t smoke cigarettes, and neither did most twelve-year old boys, but Ken had spent enough time with his nephew St…
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Alan & The Babylonian
The tang of the sea was pure, even if this place was not.
This gave Alan some cause for comfort as he watched the Babylonian…
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The Courier Waits
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Early To Rise
The next day Sarita was back at her corner bright and early. There were many men who would stop to see her on their way into …
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The Girl On The Stairs
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Listen
Listen very carefully:
I have told the tale I am about to impart to you exactly 17,373 times on various planes of existence …
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Walls
He stares blankly at the glowing screen in front of him, and then he types a few words. 19, now 21. He feels hollow. How can …
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A (Sort Of) Confession in Lake Derry
For his part Ralph would have been wondering how Jefferson’s end of things was going, but he was too busy staring down the …
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Mourning and Madness in Lake Derry
Looking into the bartender’s dusky, serpentine eyes, Ralph found it hard to use his voice. “Whiskey,” he managed to murmur, h…
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The Criminal
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The Painter
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The Femme Fatale of Lake Derry
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Love and Hope in Lake Derry
Ralph Ames was uneasy.
No. No, perhaps that wasn’t quite strong enough a word to describe the sensation that the fattest wom…
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The Biggest Gal in Lake Derry
Ralph Ames could just kill Chief Trestlehorn right about now.
He’d been as drunk as he’d ever been in his life when he stumb…
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A Pragmatic Solution in Lake Derry
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The Merry Widow of Lake Derry
She was a tall, blonde drink of water in the shortest skirt Jefferson had ever seen south of Kentucky. By the look on Ralph’s…
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Another Grisly Crime Scene in Lake Derry
Fred Coomer’s legendarily handsome face was no longer present in its traditional perch upon his skull; it was, instead, paste…
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The Coomers of Lake Derry
Jefferson lit his pipe again and settled into his desk (well, really it had been the Chief’s desk, but he didn’t see any othe…
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