A quick on-line search for headlines pertinent to the above picks out the following: Toddler drowns in Esporta health club swimming pool; Beaumont baby dies days after falling into pool;Baby dies after left by father in hot vehicle; Two Babies Left Home Alone Die In Fire; and many more.
Only yesterday, indeed, the British press reported that a five-month-old baby taken to hospital after his pram plunged into the River Thames.
All of us make mistakes… Continue
Added by Tanja Cilia on September 3, 2012 at 2:38pm —
What they did, they each did in the worst of possible ways—he hit her when he was only slightly drunk, a clumsy blow that stunned her by its singular ugliness and left a rime of reddening defeat under her eye, then left to drink more and black out the earlier event—whilst she, she who should have ran, run far away, crawled across the floor and rolled to a foetal memory, clutching her mother's fringed shawl from the couch at her back like some filthy umbilicus to her stomach, and reverted,… Continue
Added by Simon Halliday on July 6, 2012 at 11:30pm —
Andrea was a cautious woman by nature, but when she ran her boss down with his own Mercedes Friday night she sensed she might have, well, overreacted just a bit. Blackmail had been one thing – perfectly justifiable, she felt, with a bastard like Reggie, and the money was good – but murder, she was beginning to realize, was a messy business with no financial reward to offset the costs. Like Reggie’s fat, bloody body splattered across the street, for instance, and inventing a convincing alibi… Continue
Added by Dorothy Hoffman on June 7, 2011 at 4:41pm —
Harvey stopped pumping gas long enough to take a bullet to the chest.
The man stood over him and asked where the money was.
He assured Harvey that, if he helped out, he'd call 911 and get an ambulance here as soon as he had cash in hand.
Harvey assumed, something no one should ever do.
Harvey told the man where the money was.
The man put a second bullet in Harvey.
Added by Christopher Grant on April 26, 2011 at 4:44pm —
I hope you have a chance to listen to our guest Danny Schechter. He spent 4 years investigating HOW did the economic crisis happened. He talks about USA and Greece and who is really at fault. This is important information. White collar crime is undermining democracy; we have to act. We were serious and we had fun, too.… Continue
Added by Vicki S. Nikolaidis on April 3, 2011 at 3:54pm —
First thing you find out is that your lost dog is dead; that's what the neighbor lady says.
The next thing you find out is that your girlfriend isn't your girlfriend; she's a dude that had a sex change five years ago, used to go by the name of Phil.
And then you find out she/he has been fucking around the neighborhood. You wonder if he/she's been with the neighbor lady that told you about your dead dog.
Last thing, your car won't start and it's fifteen below… Continue
Added by Christopher Grant on February 8, 2011 at 1:03pm —
Yes, I am the one who wrote the ransom note.
The detective brought me a Pepsi and talked nicely when he handed me a pen and paper and told me which words to write five times each -- daughter, money, police, bills, suitcase, deliver -- in cursive script, not printing. Continue
"Who asked you to write the note, sweetheart, and why you?" he asked me from across the small table with sparks coming…
Added by Gita on January 9, 2011 at 3:30am —
“Donna you’re in over your head,” Mario had taken Donna back to her apartment to shower and dress for the evening’s business, “and I don’t wanna see you get hurt in the deal.” What a babe, he thought, all cleavage and long legs, what I could, but yeah, really, just a baby.
“So here’s the way it’s goin’ down,” he pulled out into traffic, heading for the airport, “we pick up our clown at Logan and you sit in the back with him while I… Continue
Added by Jenny on October 14, 2010 at 2:26pm —
(I apologize in advance for writing a series on 6S of such length, and posting 3 at a time. Please enjoy. I'll try to wrap it up in the next couple of days)
The next morning Antony woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. His wife called from the kitchen, “Antony, don’t forget we’re goin’ to the twins birthday party today, they wouldn’t want to miss seeing Grampa and Noni!”
He threw back the thick down comforter,… Continue
Added by Jenny on October 13, 2010 at 2:35pm —
Mario was a man of honor
and carried a scar in his palm as a reminder, he took off his jacket, revealing a semi-automatic M1911 in a holster under his left arm. He brushed the seat of the upright wooden chair and draped his coat over it before dragging the chair to the window, setting it at an angle behind a tattered curtain. He opened the window slightly, letting an icy blast of air into the room and lit a cigarette.
Donna was still… Continue
Added by Jenny on October 11, 2010 at 5:00pm —
Donna stumbled up the narrow wooden stairway that skirted Louigi’s. It was late, but there was still a crowd humming in the bar, and the gambling tables at the rear, entry by invitation only, were busy. Above Louigi's, the accommodations were sparse, a single chair placed in the center of the room and a threadbare mattress in a dusty corner. It was the perfect place for Antony's crew to shower special encouragement on 'guests'.
Mario lit a candle protruding from the mouth of an… Continue
Added by Jenny on October 10, 2010 at 4:30pm —
He brought his fingers to the stinging flesh of his scratched cheek and the tips came away blood red, the result of his attempt to slip his hand into the waistband of her sweatpants.
He put his fingers in his mouth, licking away the vital bodily fluid, and smiled sickly.
"Feisty bitch, ain't ya?" he said.
"I'm more than that," she said, burying the knife in his stomach.
She had thought she could escape, buy herself a moment's peace,… Continue
Added by Christopher Grant on August 14, 2010 at 4:21pm —
At three thirty in the morning, it was eighty-five degrees.
Lela was naked, sleepless, seated in the darkness on her porch swing, sipping lemonade and fanning herself, sick of this heatwave that had lasted four days now and no end in sight.
Her body was curvy, voluptuous, the desire of many men, the envy of many women, a fact that delighted her and made her many adversaries at the same time.
The gunshot came from her left at three thirty-two,… Continue
Added by Christopher Grant on July 3, 2010 at 4:00pm —
At a certain angle, the lights of the city reflect themselves in the gathering puddle of blood beneath the young man, head turned to the side, as if he's listening to the earth rotate, his eyes wide and unblinking.
It is half-past midnight, extremely early morning.
The ambulance is far too late, though someone was thoughtful enough to call Homicide; the detectives stand around, cups of coffee in their hands, waiting for the ME to… Continue
Added by Christopher Grant on June 20, 2010 at 4:30pm —
Henry, Hank, whatever you want to call him, is not what he appears to be.
This is what he's said anyway.
Personally, I believed that he was just talking so that he wouldn't get his ass kicked.
That was until about twenty minutes ago, before the two punks walked in here and tried to take the till, put the gun in my face and said they'd kill me if I didn't open the drawer and hand over the cash.
Henry, Hank, whatever you want to call… Continue
Added by Christopher Grant on June 19, 2010 at 4:44pm —
Psychiatrist Ivanovo was forensically meticulous as his statement to the Dublin High Court shows in the way he pursued the cause of Muldoon’s dementia and reached a disturbing conclusion, passing it on to the police who followed the trail back to a neo-colonial villa in the Bermudas on Paradise Isle, where Patricia McCarthy and her lover resided.
Neighbors identified Muldoon from pictures, alias Patrick Doherty and, just as Ivanovo suggested there might be, on a shelf in a… Continue
Added by Peter McNiff on April 30, 2010 at 9:30am —
State Prosecutor Bracken’s spiral of questions in the High Court grew in intensity concerning Muldoon’s alleged condition but, throughout, Chief Psychiatrist Gus Ivanovo remained calm to the point of appearing obtuse.
Muldoon had been placed in his care for investigation for a period of two months, following a brief hearing in Dublin High Court where lawyers representing the amnesiac banker… Continue
Added by Peter McNiff on April 29, 2010 at 11:00am —
Police Log, Wednesday 10:55 pm
: white male caucasian, age 50 (approx.) arrest—suspicion of burglary following break and entry at Heavens Gate, Ranelagh, former residence of city banker James Frobish Muldoon—alleges wife, girlfriend and Porsche missing and stolen. Police Log, Thursday 11:20 am:
detained at State Psychiatric Unit, after examination by Dr P.… Continue
Added by Peter McNiff on April 28, 2010 at 10:00am —
“You ask what went wrong between Harry and me,” Julia says, “I wish I knew, I really wish I knew, maybe it was my fault—my daughter thinks so and my son...my son is in need of constant care, he...before we realized what was going on he was well on the way to destroying himself with drugs.”
“But you were not the one who played around,” I say, signaling to the waiter to fill our glasses, “you ran the house and had your dress shop, at least you were contributing… Continue
Added by Peter McNiff on April 20, 2010 at 11:00am —
Tick-tock-tick-tock is the sound of the twenty-five year old clock on this bomb, not an actual bomb understand, just the sound of one in the mind ticking away under the family table ready to blow the day after daddy starts messing around with his office assistant, Myra, who tells him to dump his wife and two kids and move in with her which, after several riotous months he does, when she heralds the news of a birth in the offing, thanks to him.
The clock came the… Continue
Added by Peter McNiff on April 19, 2010 at 10:30am —