Case Dismissed ~ Flash Fiction

April 25th, 2013 by Theresa

“Ready to make your statement?”

The prisoner sat up in his seat, chains jingling.  He wiped his split lip on his sleeve then spat a glob of bloody mucus to the floor.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  Prisoner 12432, please tell the court the events that contributed to the death of Renard Belgier and his associates?”

The prisoner leaned forward to the microphone clearing his throat.  “I was provoked.”

The courtroom became a hub of hushed conversations.  The Judge’s gavel banged a few times to regain control of the room. With a wave of the instrument, he prompted me to continue.

“Please, Prisoner 12432, explain? We all would like to know what happened.”

The prisoner’s dark  gaze shot through me. “I’ll tell what went down.  That damn vampire snatched me and my sister off the street. He drained Kelli before my eyes. His little pals? They chewed on the meat of my only kin to get every last drop of blood out. And as they let me watch, you know what they said? ‘Nothing personal, kid. We just needed a snack.’  The rage sang through my veins and I blacked out.”

“As you can see, Your Honor,” I continued turning back to the judge. “My client is a latent berserker. He’s no a threat to society – unprovoked, that is.”

The judge rolled his eyes. “Prisoner 12432,  now known as Ian Richmond,  we find you innocent of murder.  We reduce your sentence to time served. Case dismissed.”

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The Man of Her Dreams ~ Flash Fiction

November 20th, 2012 by Theresa

“Mary!” Frank’s voice boomed across the half empty church.  His voice echoed off the high ceilings as he called her again. “Mary! Please!”

Mary finally emerged from the office behind the altar. Frank’s breath caught. She was radiant and more beautiful than ever. He had to make his case now.

“Honey I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you. Please give me another chance!” Frank got on his knees ignoring the shocked whispers around him. He reached for her hands and kissed them both.  “I promise from this day forward,  in front of God and everyone here, that I will be the man you want. I will love you forever and never leave you.”

Mary stood speechless.  She looked desperately around the crowd and behind her.   Frank saw confusion in her face then relief.  Frank smiled. ‘I’ve got her back,’ he thought.

“Sorry, that job’s taken.” The bass voice didn’t come from Mary. It came from a man exiting the same office. Dressed in a tuxedo, the big man reached a hand to Frank to help him up.  The big man patted him on the shoulder. “Nice try, though.”

“Mr. and Mrs. McDever?” A smiling chauffeur stood at the church doors. “Your limousine’s’ ready!”

Frank stumbled back and sat heavily on the floor of the church. Tears falling, he watched the love of his life walk away with the man of her dreams.

 

 

Honorable Mention on Thursday Threads with Siobahn Muir

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Flash Fiction – Marked For Life

July 30th, 2012 by Theresa

Honorable Mention, as appeared on the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked! by Siobhan Muir

http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.ca/2012/07/thursthreads-week-32-winners.html

 

 

Having your life flash before your eyes? It sucks.

Watching every mistake ever made, every bad decision, and episode of poor judgment play out  filled me with regret.  I knew how it would end  – me overdosing in a shitty motel bathroom.  Alone.

“Stop,” I managed. “Just stop it!”

“Is that really the story you wish?” The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. “Is this how you want to be remembered?”

“No,” I said bitterly. “It’s not like I can go back. I mean if I knew then… You know what? Never mind. Just let me die and get it over with.”

“Would you change? Would you be different if you could do it all again?” The voice held an edge I couldn’t define.

“Different?” I laughed bitterly. “I wouldn’t be different. I’d be better. Hell,  I’d even tell my mother that I love her.”

“And the price you’d pay?”

“Just about anything.” Regret flooded what was left of my soul.

“Let’s say you go back. Do me a few favors and it will all be yours.”

“I won’t kill anyone or commit crimes,” I stated to the nothingness. What did I have to lose? This was all a hallucination anyway – the last active cells in my brain fighting for life.

“Not required.” The voice fell silent.  Darkness surrounded me.  Then light.

“Happy 21st  birthday!”  My mother shook me awake. I was home and her smile was everything. “I  see you got a new tattoo!”

“I love you Mom.”

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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