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A Burnt Car, A Trembling Man, And The Clue No One Expected

By S A Spencer -
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  Image by AI  One car. One lie. One smile that ruined everything. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles The knife flashed before Karim Mansour even realised someone was behind him. One moment he was unlocking his old Toyota Camry in the Blacktown Station car park, the next he was stumbling backwards, palms raised, breath trapped in his throat. A hooded figure lunged at him, face covered, voice low and rough. “Keys. Now.” Karim’s scream tore through the concrete levels, bouncing off pillars and parked cars. Commuters froze. A woman dropped her shopping bags. Someone yelled to call the cops. The attacker shoved Karim aside, snatched the keys from his trembling hand, jumped into the Camry, and slammed the door. The engine roared. Tyres screeched. The car shot out of the bay and disappeared down the ramp. Karim collapsed to his knees, shaking violently, clutching his chest as if trying to h...
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Two Nights in the Forest: The Baby Who Shouldn’t Have Survived

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  Image by AI A baby lost. A forest watching. A parrot who refused to leave. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles The forest shivered with a sound Mithu had never heard before — a child’s cry, thin and broken, drifting through the trees like a wounded bird. “Mama… mama… no?” the little one whimpered, stumbling away from the pit where the earth still trembled with the violence done moments ago. Mithu fluttered to a lower branch, heart pounding in his tiny chest. The baby’s bare feet scraped against stones. Her hands reached into the empty air as if searching for someone who would never answer again. “Papa… gone? Home? Mama… Mithu…?” she sobbed, her voice cracking like dry leaves. A low howl echoed from deep inside the forest — long, hungry, too close. The child froze. Mithu did not. He swooped down, circling her head, calling out the only words he knew from the woman who had loved her: “My baby… my l...
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