Monday, 6 October 2014

A New Jack Reacher Story

I entered a flash fiction writing contest on Janet Reid's blog at the weekend. It was in honour of Jeff Somer's new novel WE ARE NOT GOOD PEOPLE. The rules were simple: write a 100 word story including the words, BLOOD, SPIRITS, PANTS, MAGIC and CAT. The blog post is here:

I thought, in honour of The Shark, who loves Jack Reacher, that I'd write a short Jack Reacher story. And here it is:

Reacher approached Somers, silent as a dead cat floating on a cloud of fairy dust. He’d been on the spirits all day. Was he seeing things? Probably. Was he going to attempt this sober? Nope. Not a chance.

Reacher was a professional. He planned. He prepared. He killed fourteen gerbils and drank their blood. He needed the edge. And their magic.

Somers hadn’t heard him. Reacher was never heard. Just ask the gerbils.

It was time. He lunged, grabbed Somers’ pants and yanked them down. "The Shark sends her regards, Somers. Next time, hand in those revisions on time."

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