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Monday, January 30, 2012


Jess and her mother (IMAGINE TODAY)had a prompt for flash fiction for her guests :

The prompt: Someone has just done something wrong, but do they have it within them to apologize? What then?

I don't do flash fiction. I love words too much --

and building up tension and atmosphere.

But Jess is a 15 year old maiden with a request, and Samuel McCord is a sucker for any request from a lady -- so I wrote one for her blog.

I have my doubts about it. You may have to know Sam's history and world for it to work.

But fortunately, most of you know that. So here's one of my first flash fictions. But first a relevant quote from Oscar Wilde for Elizabeth Mueller :

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

Samuel McCord :

The house is dark, its empty windows more like vacant eyes than dirty glass. They give the building the look of some huge, discarded skull of a lost god. I don't like this.

Lt. Trifle (yes, that's her name, and the main reason she got a black belt in Karate) called me out here in the middle of nowhere.

Nowhere being on the outskirts of Metairie -- which is on the outskirts of New Orleans -- which, itself, is on the outskirts of Hell if you listen to some preachers.

She said I was needed out here and then hung up. Or got the phone snatched out of her hand. I came as soon as I could.

Was I in time? Time. I could stop it for awhile -- if I was willing to pay the price.

I was prepared. It hurt like hell. I deserved worse. Ask a thousand widows what Captain Samuel McCord deserved, and they'd tell you the same thing.

The time-snared air felt like heavy invisible water pressing in against me. I endured. It's what I do.

I made my way to the back of the house. I tried to cat-foot in out of instinct. Reality trumped instinct. The weight of frozen time made each step feel as if I were lifting the weight of the world.

Cat-footing was out. Lumbering like a dinosaur with arthritis was all I could manage.

I smiled like the wolf I felt. Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time. And time was mine. For as long as I could endure the pain.

The house of shadows was deserted. No furniture. Lots of needles. Lots of spoons. Discarded rubber tubing.

A crack house.

I made it to the front room. It wasn't empty.

A young punk had Trifle dead to rights. Mostly dead if I didn't act fast. How he got the drop on her was obvious. She was cradling a shivering, feverish girl. Trifle's heart had blind-sided her.

I released time. The addict yelped in surprise. He jerked his gun towards me. I smiled and spoke low.

"How young can you die of old age?"

"What the fuck?"

Sad last words. I answered my own question. I sped up time all around him. He squealed, squirmed, shouted, then wheezed into raspy coughing. He aged into an old man in seconds.

As he fell, he crumbled into dust right in front of Trifle. The moon caressed the hot sunset of her hair as she looked down in horror. The mound of dust started to disappear in the faint breath of the stale breeze. She turned hollow eyes to me.

"You're a monster."

What had Oliver Goldsmith written? It came to me : Silence gives consent.

I left without saying a word.



  1. Ooh very exciting! Thanks so much for participating!

    I LOVE the song Memories! WT is my favorite band of ALL TIME!

  2. Yes, but that monster just saved your life!
    I've never tried flash fiction. It takes me so long to get a good idea, by the time I began writing the flash part would be out the window.

  3. Jess :
    I guess that makes us kindred music spirits, right? I'm glad you liked Samuel McCord's flash fiction. Roland

    Alex :
    I've noticed many beautiful women have tunnel vision when it comes to gratitude! LOL.

    Yes, flash fiction is not my favorite medium. Like you, I prefer time to muse and room to write! LOL. Thanks for visiting a 2nd time and caring enough to talk awhile with me. I get lonesome! Roland

  4. This is very cool! Loved the ending. :)

  5. Wow. That was cool. Gives you some seriously mixed feelings at the end.

    I've written a couple flash fiction pieces, but I don't do it often because they always turn into some kind of murder or death scene, lol. Which I don't mind... but I know I've had at least one reader fearing for the safety of their wife and children. :o

  6. You know me Roland, I love a good flash :)

    and this passage: Cat-footing was out. Lumbering like a dinosaur with arthritis was all I could manage.

    Excellent song choice.


  7. Wow that was a really cool piece! Thanks for joining in! I love it that he could manipulate time around the junkie and make him old. Great song choice too. Jess introduced me to WT and I love them now. :)

  8. WT..One of my favorite band. very good flash. great blog

  9. Jasmine :
    Life usually gives all of us mixed feelings with every "victory," doesn't it? Murder does seems easier in flash fiction.

    Alleged Author :
    I'm very happy you liked Sam's mini-adventure! I was going for an ending that seemed "gray" as all triumps end up feeling at the end of the day.

    Donna :
    I hoped you would like the song. You liked WT's THE TRUTH BENEATH THE ROSE. Yes, Sam originally flashed on your blog. Ah, that didn't come out right. Great! Now, he's mad at me!!

    K McKendry :
    Everyone uses guns these days, so I thought of a neat way to end a threat "naturally", ah, make that supernaturally! LOL. Glad you liked WT like Jess. Anxious to see what kind of book you two write together. Roland

    Isn't WT awesome. Thank you for liking my flash and my blog! Roland