I murdered Santa Claus shortly after Thanksgiving. It was not premeditated nor a crime of passion, and without malice aforethought, but done deliberately and with surgical precision, like lancing a boil, or ripping off a bandage. Truth be told, he was on life support anyway, the victim of youthful peer balloon poppers, who maliciously target … Continue reading The Irrepressible St. Nick
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Grandpa’s Dirty Little Secret
"Hey look here," cousin Jim said, as he looked through a box in the attic. Charlie glanced inside. Row upon row of 9mm film canisters lay neatly stacked on the bottom. "Old films," Charlie commented. "Sweet! I wonder what they are." Jim opened one up and unspooled some of it. "It will be difficult to … Continue reading Grandpa’s Dirty Little Secret
Greg C. Miller, Author 