Flash Fiction – Real Justice

December 2nd, 2011 by Theresa

Freddie watched his captive struggle. Muffled screams barely escaped the thin man’s duct taped mouth.  Unrolling the canvas revealed Freddie’s current tools – very familiar tools. He just smiled as his victim’s eyes went wide.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset,” Freddie said stiffly as he put on his latex gloves. “I know for a fact that you know these instruments very well. After all, you killed four people with them.”

Freddie picked up the closest pair of rusted pincers and grinned. “Those four people were my only family. Let’s start with the pincers, shall we?  Right hand or left?”

As appeared on Jen DeSantis’ Blog in the  “Friday Picture Show

 

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