Author Archives: Sandwich Sean

The Stealing of Things [Chapter 6] The nights I have off from work are truly my own. Jamison and the kids eventually have to go to sleep, while my own rhythm keeps me awake. Of course, I extend the same courtesy to them as they do for me in the afternoon, meaning keeping to myselfContinue reading “By Any Other Name”

The Stealing of Things [Chapter 5] After the strange, alluring woman ran off, I disposed of her bag and the crowbar into one of the trash bins closer to the street, making sure no eyes were on me to see me do it. As much as I was covering my tracks, I was covering hersContinue reading “The Hole”

The Stealing of Things [Chapter 4] That morning after breakfast, just after the kids had got up to ready themselves for school, and just before Jamison plopped his newspaper down, I nearly spoke up. Jamison glanced up, apparently noticing my attention on him before I even noticed myself staring. “Something on my face, love?” IContinue reading “Two Ways About It”

The Stealing of Things [Chapter 3] Was I failing at my job, I asked myself, after letting the strange woman leave the garden once more without intervening? What was she there for? Certainly not me. It didn’t seem like she was trying to break in, but then again, I’ve heard of people checking out aContinue reading “The Jewel”

The Stealing of Things [Chapter 2] I did not go searching any further for the individual after they disappeared from sight. The entrances around the block into our gardens are guarded only by the discouragement of chain barriers with hangings signs on them noting that the facilities are closed for the night and that theyContinue reading “Lingering Touch”