Call WaitingCall Waiting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just after five but the last of Sasha's reports had already found their way to her boss's desk. There were still a number of calls to be made, but the bulk of her work was done for the night. She leaned back in her chair, kicked her feet up on the desk and picked up the phone.
Brandon, Sasha's husband, stood waiting in the doorway.
"You know, Sash, you don't really have to do everything in one night."
"Oh, please! You're on hold."
"Do I bother you when you're at work?"
He could think of a number of times in the last month, alone
Sasha kept various photos and trinkets on her bookcase. These were the odd bits and bobs that reminded her of home and made her office more then just a place of business. As Brandon's eyes drifted over them, his attention settled on a picture from last Halloween Night.
The community had set up all sorts of spooky attractions and Sasha had convinced him to pose for a photo with his paws locked in stocks and his arms chained above his head
Flashpoint: IntermissionFlashpoint: Intermission4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The room came gradually into focus. Sasha was still groggy from whatever she'd been drugged with. She could hear the pitter-patter of rain on the steel roof, far above, and the musty smell of mildew hung in the air.
The helpless wolf found herself seated with her legs out stretched before her. Her arms were tied over the chair's back and her ankles were bound to a stool. The foxes stood either side their victim, waiting for her to come around.
"Oh God, not you two!" Sasha shrieked. "Don't you remember who I am? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
"Oh, no, Detective," Wilber corrected her. "It's you who are in trouble!"
"We're both free," Walter explained, "and you are at our mercy!"
Sasha hadn't enjoyed her first run in with the Fox Brothers and she didn't think she was going to like this one any better. She had set out in her galoshes and long coat for a quick dash to the corner store. Instead, she was being held captive in a dreary old warehouse.
"I really must say," Wa