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A Pillar of the Community (short story excerpt)
You could set your watch by Charles P. Hemburger as he marched down Central Avenue to the train station. The train into the City left Plainfield, New Jersey at precisely seven-fifteen in the morning. The precise timing was the result of complaints by Charles P. Hemburger to the owner of the Metropolitan Railway. Time is money, after all. Hemburger left his Victorian house in the pleasurable anticipation of accumulating more thousands of dollars, with the added incentive of escaping the noise and confusion of the renovation work going on at that same house. A new roof, a turret, a tower and a large porch were the additions under construction. The additions would make Hemburger’s house the largest on the street.
Hemburger nodded to the young man who slid into the seat next to him. The train started off with a jolt and settled into a comfortable click-clack of wheels. Hemburger shook out his newspaper. The young man next to him also shook out his newspaper. The two men read on in silence for several minutes.
“I see Hemboldt Corporation has gone up another point today.” The young man rattled his paper slightly to gain Hemburger’s attention.
“Has it?” Charles P. Hemburger turned his head, regarding the young man. A clerk, he judged, noting the dark blue suit, its cloth shot through with thin stripes of a pinkish color. Charles P. Hemburger was a founding partner of Hemboldt Corporation, with his partner, John T. Boldstetter...
M. E. Kemp took fifth place in the Deadly Ink short story contest at the Deadly Ink Writer's Conference in Parsippany, NJ. Her short story, "A Pillar of the Community," is published in DEADLY INK 2008 anthology. The twist in her story: the body is buried inside a pillar! |