The Jagged Edge
He had paid his dollar; she had read his future.
“Death by thirty… death by the jagged edge,” she declared.
Thirtieth birthday tomorrow. No jagged edges. No knives of any sort. Plastic silverware, smooth-edged furniture. Even his bed on the floor. He had taken no chances.
He pulled a book randomly from the shelf; read in bed. The novel stirred him, scared him, literally, to death…
The officer looked at the coroner.
“What happened?”
“Heart attack. In bed, apparently reading.”
The coroner picked the hardback up from the dead man’s chest. He flipped the text.
“Carlonte’s new one… The Jagged Edge.”
I LOVE IT!!! SO YOU!!! Great job!
Comment by Penny — February 17, 2012 @ 11:19 pm
Brilliant. I nearly didn’t read as I’m trying to avoid dark stuff, but this was very subtle. Brilliant!
Comment by Linda — February 20, 2012 @ 7:18 am
Thanks so much. I am hard at work and enjoying it!
Comment by Scott Vannatter — February 20, 2012 @ 11:34 am
Very Nice Scott! I love this one! Very Interesting!
Comment by Donna Hoffa — February 20, 2012 @ 3:15 pm
Truly amazing – the completeness you achieved in so few words. Ever consider writing? Great story, Scott! Hope to see more.
Comment by Fred Cole — February 20, 2012 @ 9:51 pm
Scott, I really enjoyed this. I hope to see more from you. Janet
Comment by Janet — February 21, 2012 @ 1:20 pm
And Hitchcock smiles…great job.
R.M.M.
Comment by Rob M. Miller — February 21, 2012 @ 10:05 pm
Well done, Scott! Succinct, yet suspenseful. Bravo – and keep writing!
Comment by Teresa — February 28, 2012 @ 10:07 am