Title:  Gut Instinct
Source:  FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #28
Word count:  200 words

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Kate boarded the plane, first one on, aisle seat behind first class. It gave her the opportunity to view the passengers as they boarded. Two caught her attention, a man Caucasian approximately sixty and a woman mid-twenties, Asian. The woman seemed groggy. Kate speculated it was drugs. They took their seats, row eight. The woman sat next to the window and soon fell asleep.

She waited until they were in the air to check with the flight attendant. The names she gave Kate came back clean when she keyed them into her laptop. Kate didn’t buy it, so she grabbed her cell phone and snapped two pictures on her way to the bathroom. Facial recognition software gave her an answer, and she notified the authorities in Rome.

Nine hours later, Kate shadowed them as they entered the terminal. She nodded, and the officers of the Guardia di Finanza set up to intercept the pair. The report Kate read stated the woman had disappeared three weeks ago from her job in the IT department of a Swiss bank. They suspected the man of multiple counts of money laundering and international bank fraud. His bags contained enough evidence to guarantee a conviction.
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Jo Hawk The Writer

Title: Peter’s Express
Source:  FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #27
Word count:  156 words

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Lou hurried down the stairs, late his first day back since the incident. Turning the corner, he stopped face to face with Peter. Peter stood motionless, his back to the rails and the speeding express. He stared at Lou the question plastered on his face. Someone knocked into Lou and he looked away, off balance. When he turned, Peter had disappeared into a swirl of air left by the express. Lou tried to dismiss the image.

He never knew Peter; the cops introduced them last week. A college student going to class they said. They questioned him looking for a connection, a motive. A security camera analysis gave them an unsatisfactory answer. The crowd veered, like a school of fish, and Lou swayed with them, knocking into Peter. Off balance, Peter fell onto the rails in front of the oncoming express. A freak accident Lou would question every morning when he saw Peter and the express.

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Jo Hawk The Writer