Pinned

By Leah R Cutter

Jason stands by his friend Andy, through thick and thin. 

 

Follows him out into the storm after the streets of their town have flooded.

 

Particularly when Andy decides to get himself some revenge, and arms himself with a gun...

 

Original short mystery fiction from Leah R Cutter! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knotted Road Press
• Release date: Jan 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393223818

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Pinned

Pinned

A short mystery

Leah R Cutter

Knotted Road Press

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About the Author

Also by Leah R Cutter

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Pinned

I’m telling ya, Andy didn’t have a lick of sense most of the time. Not even the sense that God gave a goose. He was about as mean as one, too. Those shit machines would attack anything if they felt threatened, like if you were walking around Old Man Henry’s pond looking to flush quail and you got too close to one of their nests. They’d run out of the grass, charging at you, wings spread wide and hissing. Could break a man’s leg if they were feeling ornery enough.

Andy was like that sometimes too, spitting and hissing if you looked at him wrong, or came too close to the pool table where he was working his magic, or even said the wrong thing, like saying, Good morning instead of a simple Hello.

I put up with him, with his moodiness and his crazy schemes. I’d known him since the first year of high school, when his family moved into the area. Andy had been there for me when my wife Jenny had been killed two years before, when a semi overturned on the state highway and crushed her little Ford Ranger. We’d been high school sweethearts, and I’d married her the summer after our graduation. We were coming up on our five year anniversary. It was supposed to be Jenny and Jason forever, you know? Particularly since the doc had told her she could never have kids, something wrong with her baby oven.

It weren’t easy for the pair of us, making a living out here in Hamburg, the butthole of Iowa. But both our families were here. She worked at the gas station just down the road from our trailer, Thursday through Monday, selling more beer than gas on Friday nights. I was working for corporate, the big tire place across town. I’d always been good at fixing things.

We’d talked about moving, maybe to Des Moines, or even a bigger town in Nebraska, which was only forty-five minutes away, across the Missouri river, but we never had a chance, never took