"Assault, driving under the influence, hit and run, forgery, kidnapping, impersonating an officer, trespassing, conspiracy, grand larceny?" The booking officer looked at me over the reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. "It sounds like you had quite an evening, son. What do you have to say for yourself?" I just stared at his bushy grey mustache while he tapped his pen on the desk and waited for me to say something.
Should I say...
That the night was young and I wasn't done yet, that I still had some felonies left to commit.
That I was innocent of the hit and run charge, but he forgot to mention the indecent exposure, piracy, and public nuisance.
That I thought he had a groovy mustache.
That I wasn't sorry as I laugh like a super villain.
That I didn't mean to, oops, my bad.
That I regret nothing.
That I regret it all.
Was there one single thing I could say that would make him understand?
What would you say?
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Nothing to See Here
PovídkyThese are short stories, flash and microfictions, most less than 500 words, the longest about 1500 words. Short, funny, and sometimes fun. Sometimes pointed and sometimes pointless. These stories have been described as eclectic, quirky, and sometime...
