For those of you who don’t want to click my RSS to view my ficlets I’m liking so much, I thought I’d repost a few of them here. This one was I think the first I wrote for a challenge – a story that had requirements that needed to be met. In this case it had to contain certain words, which I bolded. Let me know what you think.
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Killer Clown (Stovohobo’s Challenge)
By Jeff Closs / SupRspi
As always I came upon the scene in medias res. The train had derailed and tumbled down an embankment, crushing a house.
And it’s occupant, or I wouldn’t be here.
I flashed my ID to the cop at the taped off perimeter.
“So, wierd as it looks?” I asked.
“You aren’t going to believe it sir. They say they need a TOD on the clown, think he’s been dead since before the accident.”
“Clown?”
“Yessir. Clown. You better just go on inside.”
As I entered I knew why they were curious. The accident was only a couple hours old, and already the stench of death permeated the place, clinging to the flowered wallpaper like tar.
I entered what was the living room. The train’s cowcatcher had scooped up a sofa and an old gramophone, it’s horn bent and mangled.
The victim was indeed a clown, with a hooped costume barely concealing his avoirdupois and adorned with a fancifully large daisy boutonniere.
“Well” I said to the officer in charge, “obviously it was murder.”
“So, you see zee gunshot wound, yes?”
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