5 Daggers

By Steve O'Brien

Five stories that don't have happy endings. Why does the enigmatic Mr Forbes want Jonny to kill a stranger? Down on his luck, George tries drastic action and summons a demon, in his bedsit! Cheri is having the ultimate nightmare, a zit on Prom night!
Charlie has a strange encounter in a volcano. and then there is the problem of the possessed SatNav.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve O'Brien
• Release date: Jan 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465883575

Steve O'Brien

Steve O'Brien is a lawyer and fiction writer. He lives in Washington, DC.

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5 Daggers

By Steve O’Brien

Copyright 2012

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5 Daggers

Not every story has a happy ending

Table of contents

1 Careful what you scoff at

2 Terrank

3 Prom Bomb

4 The Falling

5 Six

Careful what you scoff at

Prove it.

Prove it?

Yes Jonny boy, prove it. Forbes took a sip of White Zinfandel and looked at the human traffic ebbing and flowing in the sunshine, passed the pavement side table where we sat, shaded by an umbrella endorsed with the name of the bistro. Occasionally someone would throw an odd look in our direction.

Not sure I follow.

It’s simple. I said that the taking of a life is never easy, and you said that it was, and I quote. A piece of piss. He made inverted commas with his fingers. So prove it, pick someone and kill them with your bare hands. He leaned closer Up close and personal."

I gave a rather shaky laugh. You’re joking, right? Forbes sat back and smoothed his suit jacket.

How long have we known each other Jonny? I thought for a moment. I had known Forbes for a good couple of years and although we were not close enough to be called friends we were certainly not too distant to be called acquaintances, we were.... accomplices, I suppose. I had once asked him what he did for a living. The odd little job for the government. He had replied and changed the subject.

He answered the question for me. Long enough to know that I am not particularly jovial, therefore I am not joking. He leaned forward again and the average man with average features, average hair and average build disappeared. The set of his jaw or the sudden hardening in his eyes, perhaps. Whatever it was, the sunny June afternoon seemed an awful lot chillier, which was odd as sweat prickled my forehead and trickled down my sides. Here’s the deal Jonny. He opened the left side of his jacket to reveal a shoulder holster with the butt of a handgun nestling in it. Pick someone, follow them and kill them, as you say it will be a piece of piss. If you don’t then I will kill you.

I tore my eyes away from his and viewed the bustling Aldeburgh high street, packed with people visiting the numerous art galleries, craft shops or just enjoying