A Grim New Fairy-tale
“License and registration, please.”
The face looking down at me was stern, the voice measured. There was no reason to be afraid, since I hadn't done anything wrong, but I was. As soon as I noticed the police car following me, my anxiety ramped up. When the strobing blues and reds broke the night, I felt trapped, pinned in a tightening vice. Now it was all I could do to not start sobbing.
“My wallet is-is in my back pocket. My registration is in the g-glove-box.” I said. A part of my mind wondered, gibbering, who kept gloves in the glove-box anymore?
The police officer didn't say anything.
I peeled my hand away from the wheel, moving through the molasses of night.
Handing the officer my license, I pushed the button on the door to the glove-box.
My son's gun fell out, orange and white, tumbling to the passenger seat; orphaned by my boy.
I heard the shout before it was voiced. “HE'S GOT A GUN!”
Three cracks of lightning struck nearby.
Blurring lights dimmed.
I thought that this one was different.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
1. Woohoo, you entered my challenge! okay, so it's not really like a challenge...
2. I like that you chose to use the word 'orphaned' for the toy gun that is the impetus for all the bad things we assume happen next.
3. This is probably going to happen somewhere. That is what is so devastating.
- #1378 Posted 4 years ago
Very good writing. I'm shuddering. Too real. That's not your bad; it's reality's bad.
- #1390 Posted 4 years ago
- 5 out of 5
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