Coatroom Stories

I want to say I had a feeling this would happen. I did have that feeling, but not in some kind of useful, psychic way. It felt just like any other intrusive thought. I told myself it was normal. Jitters. Like everyone must have on their wedding day. I breathed my way through hair and makeup and final fit check, and tried to smile and laugh along with my bridesmaids at the right intervals, as they tended to the details on...

The name’s Chase. Franklin Roosevelt Chase. I’m a private Dick in Pratchett or Fairyville as the locals call it. It’s not a profession for someone who’s averse to getting a little dirt on them. Suits me perfectly. It doesn’t pay well, but it puts enough change in my pocket to keep my vices going; drinking to excess, losing at cards, and pissing off good looking dames. Today I was on a roll. Not even happy hour and already...

Another Saturday night and another wedding reception, these functions were beginning to be a bore. Now most of the people I met were nice and the money was good, but they had become all too routine. I arrived early as I normally do to setup my equipment. The bride, groom, wedding party and a number of guests arrived shortly after I did. I had met the newlyweds when they signed the contract and they advised me this would b...