This was written for Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week’s challenge is to write to a prompt in exactly 99 words. This week’s prompt is eminence.
Long Live The King
His rise to eminence was halted by my hand. He wasn’t hard to find. Everybody in town knew where he hung out.
I pulled out the gun I took from dad’s nightstand and pointed it at him.
“Whoa! What are gonna do with that, little man?”
“I’m gonna be 10 next month.”
“All right, big man. Put it down before you hurt somebody.”
He reached for it, and I pulled the trigger. The kick knocked me down. The bullet knocked him down.
He was the only person I ever killed. My sister was the last his drugs would kill.
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He got what was coming to him. Hope the shooter got away with it 🙂
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It’s hard to imagine he did. It was a public execution. It opens up another moral quagmire about vigilante justice.
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Powerful and intense.
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Thank you.
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The action and tension packed in these few words is very impressive. Well done!
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Thank you very much. These flash fiction challenges have forced me to improve my editing skills.
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Same here!
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Wow, I could feel the heavy burden in that child’s hands.
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Thank you. It’s not a burden anyone should have, much less a child.
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The sad part is he shot a huge hole in his own future. I hope it was worth it.. Excellently told.
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That’s only half the sad part. There’s a saying, something like, “When seeking revenge, dig two graves.” I don’t think it was worth it. There’s somebody waiting in line to be the next drug kingpin. The king is dead. Long live the king.
Thank you.
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