Marcel St. Pierre

Casey Gruffner was an odd, polite little boy. Oddly polite in the sense that he always thought of others first, opened the door for elderly people and said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ unnecessarily. Politely odd in the sense that he would never look at you directly in the eyes when speaking to you, with his … Read more

“This is excellent work,” said Inspector Withersby, neatly folding his glasses into their case and placing them in his inner jacket pocket. “But this painting is a forgery nonetheless!” The guests were aghast. A chorus of ‘wot-wot-wots’ rose like motes on the sunbeams streaming in through the drawing room drapes. The servant’s faces blanched. Mrs. … Read more

For the third day in a row, Jeremy Skontch open the bedroom blinds and looked down at the vagrant sitting in a camping chair in the vacant lot next to his house. For the third day in a row, the vagrant looked up at him and waved. And for the third day in a row, … Read more