urder

Olson put his key in the lock and opened the door. He recoiled from the sour aroma that emanated from inside the room, somewhere on the bad smell spectrum between spoiled meat and an adolescent boy's bedroom. After flapping the flimsy door a few times to air the place out, he stepped inside.

Tired and sweaty from a long day on the road, he wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to order up a movie. But first, a long piss was in order, to empty his bladder of the dozen or so cups of tea he'd endured that day. The things you do for money, he thought.

And what he did was collect money from little old ladies for home repairs that would never be done. Today's take alone was close to five grand . . .

I'm pleased to report that "urder" is now exclusively available in my collection 21C and Other Sordid Tales:

Available now wherever fine e-books are sold, or click the link in the "My Books" section on the right to find the collection at Amazon. As always, thanks for reading!