“You’re not serious, right?” Bernie asked the federal agent. “This place is a total dump. You gotta find me someplace else, someplace decent.”
“Sorry, Bernie, but this is what you get, at least until after the trial,” the agent said.
“You call this witness protection?” Bernie objected. “This is not much better than being in jail, for crissakes. You want me to testify, you need to do better than this shithole.”
“Relax,” the agent said. “It’s only for a few weeks. Then you’ll have an entirely new identify and we’ll relocate you. But if you’d rather go back to prison….”
(100 words)
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.
He should take this place. Better than prison!
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Definitely.
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😄
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Yep… it’s all about our choices. Really enjoyed this!
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Thanks, Susan. And thanks for reading.
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Talk about having no choice! Good story.
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Thanks, Jenne.
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Beggars can’t be choosers!
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The price of freedom, I guess.
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Good stuff, rather there than prison i;’d say
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Strong sense of entitlement there, considering he’s being given freedom in return for his testimony.
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I know. He should stop complaining!
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Seems pretty good witness protection to me – no one’s going to come looking for him there, that’s for sure!
My story!
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Good story because it sounds so realistic.
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Thanks, Li. That means a lot to me.
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You’re very welcome, my friend.
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It is not a four star hotel, but it is still better than jail. Nice story!
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Thanks. I think anything’s better than jail.
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You’re welcome.
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