The police received a call about a suspicious-looking trash bag sitting atop a snow bank created when the snowplow cleared a narrow road after an early spring snowstorm blanketed the city under a foot of heavy, white snow.
The desk sergeant ordered Hector to immediately investigate the complaint. Hector reluctantly bundled up and headed to the designated location. He found the large, black trash bag and walked over to it. He tried lifting it, but it was quite heavy. He noticed a dark red liquid oozing from the bag, so he looked inside. It was filled with human body parts.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.
In an interview with Breitbart News, the President of the United States seems to have threatened violence if Democrats don’t support him.
Claiming that his opponents are treating him unfairly, he praised the toughness and strength of his supporters and predicted that these “tough” supporters will, at some point, end their restraint.
Here is what he said:
“So here’s the thing — it’s so terrible what’s happening. You know, the left plays a tougher game, it’s very funny. I actually think that the people on the right are tougher, but they don’t play it tougher. Okay? I can tell you I have the support of the police, the support of the military, the support of the Bikers for Trump – I have the tough people, but they don’t play it tough — until they go to a certain point, and then it would be very bad, very bad.”
I don’t know how to interpret Trump’s words to be anything but a not-so-subtle threat of violence. Things could get “tough” for Democrats — and maybe for the left in general — he suggested, if they don’t play ball with him.
Is there any other possible way to interpret what he said? Or is this just another case of Trump bluster?
“Where did you get this?” the deli owner asked me.
“I found it sitting under a rock on a bench in the park,” I answered. “It seems to be written in German, so I brought it here. Can you tell me what it says?”
“You need to take this to the police,” he told me. “It’s a suicide note.”
Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: PIRO4D @ Pixabay.com.
By the way, the note appears to be written in German. I can’t read German, so for all I know, it could be a love letter, a “Dear John” letter, or maybe even a rough draft for a blog post. But for some reason, I came up with a suicide note.
Since he was the last person to see her alive, it didn’t surprise Aaron that he was, at first, a person of interest in her disappearance.
He told the police at the time that he and Amanda were camping near the bay and, after a romantic night of wine and watching the sunset, they went to their tent, made love, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. But when he woke up early the next morning, she was gone.
Five years had already passed since Amanda disappeared. No one knew what happened to Amanda, and her disappearance was now a cold case. Now Aaron was back, yet again, at the same spot by the bay looking at the same sunset.
As Aaron gazed at the sunset, he remembered how she told him that she wanted a divorce. The fight that ensued became violent, and before dawn broke, he disposed of Amanda’s body.
They say that the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. Aaron did — every year at this same time.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Image Credit: Footy and Foodie.