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Fiction: Legal Theft–Sentencing (470 words)

He was not an innocent man. Even if he hadn’t come out and admitted to everything that he had done, the evidence was stacked high and far against him.  Everyone knew what he had done, even if they didn’t know the nitty gritty, they knew that he was not an innocent soul. They had no problem with him being locked away in the darkest tower for the rest of his life. Many of them even slept a bit easier with that knowledge.

He was not an innocent man. She knew that, even before this crime came to light. She knew the kinds of things he had done for himself and others in the past. She did know the nitty gritty of many of the crimes he committed in this city.  And she knew that if the orders came down from his boss, he could do horrible things to people she loved and held near and dear to her heart. And he would do it without hesitation because that was his job.

He was not an innocent man. But he had been an innocent boy. He was the boy who would come and find her during the storms, to make sure that she’d found some place with a roof over her head. He was the boy who would sneak leftovers to her, so she could eat a meal, even if it was cold and a little squished. Even when there wasn’t that much left over for him to spare. He had been the little boy who held her close in a dark alley with a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet while the gang he eventually joined came screaming down the streets, riding wild and ready to take it out on whoever they ran themselves into. And he was the boy later that held her as she sobbed in fear, and calmed her by kissing her gently on the lips.

He was not an innocent man. But there was so much more to him than the crimes he committed. She brought him food during his trial, and a blanket for his head when he was left chained out in the rain, and accepted the booing of the common folk who didn’t know her or what he had done for that scared lonely little girl.  She couldn’t feel the relief of his sentencing, or breathe easier with him locked away in the tower. She knew that the streets were safer now, for her and her daughter, but she couldn’t feel any joy in his being locked away.

He was not an innocent man. But that couldn’t stop her from loving him. And only his flesh and blood could keep her from locking herself away with him.

 
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Posted by on June 2, 2017 in Legal Theft Project, Stories

 

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Fiction: Legal Theft Project–Heartbreak (295 words)

“Perhaps it’s just better if you don’t know.”

The words echoed in her ears, even though he’d said it almost four hours ago. Eight little words, each individually she had known since she was in elementary school. Words she’d used without even thinking about them more times than she ever could have counted. But in that order. Coming from his mouth. Who knew they could make her feel so much?

The first instinct was rage.  The patronizing tone of that sentence. She was an adult, and she could decide for herself what she was and wasn’t ready to know. He had no say in the matter.

The second was sadness. The understanding that he wasn’t going to tell her—that he had done something or knew something that was about to shatter everything they had—and he didn’t even have the balls to own up to it. She was going to spend the rest of her life wondering what it was that ended this relationship—and that left her with an emptiness that was never quite going to get closure.

And of course, desperation. The desperate, pathetic desire to rewind time to only an hour ago, to before she saw the picture, to before she started doubting, to before those eight little words, to when she felt genuinely happy.

But then she knew that wouldn’t be any good either. The picture would still exist. The seams were already there, just waiting for the pressure to be applied.  She’d been living a lie for goodness only knows how long. Even what she thought was happiness was fake.

So, last, she felt resignation. He wasn’t going to explain. She couldn’t make him without hurting herself any worst. So, this was it. Time to go.

“Perhaps you’re right.”

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2016 in Legal Theft Project, Uncategorized

 

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Fiction: Too Much (273 words)

Eugene patted Jack roughly on the shoulder.  Jack had had too much to drink again. He always had too much to drink around this time of year.  Whether he’d admit it or not, as they came up to the anniversary of his divorce to Olivia, Jack got moody and turned into a little bit of a lush.

Not that Eugene could blame him of course.  If Eugene had let someone as good as Olivia slip through his fingers, well, he figured he’d spend more time in a bottle than he did sober. The fact that Jack was sober and productive for a majority of the year was a damned miracle in Eugene’s mind.

But now, a couple years on, with Jack’s mind half-fuzzed by alcohol, Eugene thought maybe he could get an answer that he always wanted to hear.  “Jack mate, can I ask you a question?”

Jack grinned up at Eugene, making eye contact more with Eugene’s nose then his eyes. “Of course, my friend. What do you want to know?”

“I’ve always wanted to know–Why? Why did you and Livy call it quits? You two seemed so–”

“Perfect for each other.” Jack answered with a nod. “Yeah.  We almost were. But in order to stay together, one of us would have had to give up the dream. Dreams were incon-incur-incor…” Jack shook his head in frustration.

“Incompatible?” Eugene offered.

Jack put his hand gently on Eugene’s chest in thanks. “Yes. That. Thank you.”

“No problem, Jack.”  Eugene slipped a supporting hand around Jack’s back. “Hey, let’s get you home, yeah? What do you say?”

“Home,” Jack grinned.  “Yeah, I like home.”

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Broken (247 words)

That phone call had been the scariest of Leslie’s life.  And she was a woman who had lived through the death of her parents and husband.  But when the unknown voice on the other side of the line asked her if she was Leslie Jameson, and if she was aware she was the emergency contact for Thomas Jameson, it was like the whole world suddenly stopped spinning.

She made it to the hospital in record time, getting there just before Thomas’s wife-to-be, who Leslie had called in route.  They had to wait to see him, though.  The doctors were working with him and they needed everyone to stay out of their way.  It was probably only about ten minutes that they had to wait just outside his room, but it felt like years to her.

It had been an accident at work.  Someone hadn’t followed the correct procedures, and now her son was paying the price.  Leslie had already been reassured three times over that they were looking for the source of the problem, and that person would be properly dealt with.  But right now, that wasn’t important. That didn’t matter.

Leslie expected to feel a lot of things when she became a mother.  People had told her she would go through emotions that she didn’t even think existed.  But nothing in the world could have ever made her think that, looking at her boy, her poor unconscious boy, that she could ever feel quite so broken.

 
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Posted by on May 4, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Dividing Things (427 words)

Jack and Olivia sat on the opposite sides of the kitchen table. They knew this was going to be hard.  They knew that there was a lot of things that had to be done, a lot of things that had to be considered, and that if they couldn’t come to an agreement, things would get nasty fast. Neither of them wanted this to get nasty.   They still loved each other—probably always would—but they just knew this had to end.

Olivia was going to get the kitchen furniture, but Jack was going to get all the pots, pans, and the fancy knife set. Jack was going to take the bedroom furniture, except for the antique vanity table that once belonged to Olivia’s grandmother. The living room furniture was junk anyway, so they were just going to get it thrown away.  Jack was going to be responsible for the selling of the house, and after the mortgage was paid off, the remaining money would be split evenly between Olivia and Jack.   There were a hundred other little details that they all hashed out and typed up.

Jack picked up the printed copies from the printer, and handed Olivia one of the copies. “Okay.  It all looks good to me, but have your lawyer look it over just to make sure that it is all above board.  I’ll do the same, and we can make an official appointment to sign it all properly and what not.”

“Sure,” Olivia tried to put on a brave face, “of course.”

“Hey,” Jack reached out a hand, looking concerned, “I know you’re not really okay, but are you okay-ish?”

Olivia took his hand, and let him pull her in for a hug.  They had agreed they had to stop doing that, because it was just going to keep making this harder, rubbing salt in the wound and what not.  But right then she didn’t care at all, she needed him to hold her close.  “Yeah. It’s just—this was supposed to be our home, Jack. Our Forever Home.” She mumbled weakly.

“I know,” Jack sighed, “I feel it too.”

Olivia took a few deep breaths, steadied herself, and pulled free of Jack’s embrace. “Okay.  I’ll give you a call when my lawyer says it’s all good.  Probably sometime next week.”

For one second, it looked like Jack was going to grab her back, hold her tight, only one thought away from calling off the whole divorce.  But then the second passed.  “Right. Sounds good,” He smiled, “I’ll talk to you next week.”

 
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Posted by on April 27, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Rules (99 words)

I broke the rules.  Even as I was breaking them, I didn’t think much about them. It was too tempting, and too distracting. And to be honest, even brokenhearted, I don’t regret it.  Because it was too beautiful while it happened to truly be bad.

But my advice to you, if you can take it. Be prepared to hurt more than you could ever imagine. Because great gains always come with great losses. And if you can’t decide the losses are worth it, then don’t dare look at the forbidden fruit.  Not even once.  Because you cannot look back.

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2016 in Stories

 

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Fiction: Goodbyes (186 words)

He wrapped his arms around her and held her as tightly as he could.  She hadn’t let him hug her like that in ages.  Since she was about fifteen years old and decided she was too cool for such types of fatherly affection.  But today, she let him.  She could feel his shoulders shaking with sobs, and wet tears falling onto her head. She wanted to be able to rub his back, kiss his forehead, and tell him it was going to be alright.  But she knew all too well that it wasn’t going to be alright.  And so did he. So she couldn’t bring herself to say even the most basic of hopeful lies.

“I don’t want you to go.” He said softly.

“I don’t want to go.”  She replied honestly, not sure if that was going to help the situation or make it worse.  “But we both know I have to.  Things will get much worse, very quickly, if I don’t.”

“I know, I know.  Angel. I love you, Mikey, I love you so very, very much.”

“I know, Dad. I love you too.”

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2015 in Stories

 

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