Sure–-let’s do a Fiction Friday again. This story was my first (and only) attempt at flash fiction and written on Christmas Eve a few years ago. As always, I encourage your comments.
A Christmas Resolution
by Tony Sarrecchia
Three minutes to midnight.
I’d spent the year trying to stay off the big man’s list. Or at least keep on the right side. Sure, I robbed that old lady—I needed the cash, but I put 12 percent of my take in the church offering box. Heck, even the Good Book doesn’t say how much to give, only that you should.
Two minutes to midnight.
It’s difficult keeping off his radar. That guy in the bar—a misunderstanding, but he had to go and dis me in front of all those people. I sent him a card while he was in ICU. Oh, and flowers to his kids. That’s got to count for something, right?
One minute to midnight.
The ex—she makes it tough: Trying to keep my kids from me. I’m not paying for the privilege to see my kids… I don’t care what the court says. I got her junkie-ass a little sumthin for the season. Maybe I’ll let her visit the kids when she gets out.
He kicked in the door and, in a blink, I took it all in: his white beard, his red suit, freakishly large belt buckle; Glock 19 in his hand. I fired the shotgun. Twice.
I’ll try harder next year.
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