| General Fiction posted November 17, 2016 |
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A very nice man. A troubled young woman.
Fr Brown
by Heather Knight
'My mother was a vile woman,' I said.
Father Brown looked at me like he always did. Eyes big and round with shock.
I enjoyed upsetting him. He was such a cuddly man... Those were my favourite ... the nicest ones made the best victims.
'Don't say that, April.'
I laughed cruelly. I didn't care anymore. I had to make the most of the time I had left.
'It's true. Do you know how many men she slept with when I was little? And she did it with me in the house. I could hear everything...'
Father Brown scratched his chin thoughtfully. It was his urticaria, whenever he got nervous he got a skin rash.
'So, are you sure you don't want to confess?' he asked me after a while. 'It would do you good.'
'No, thanks, Father. I'm sure there's a toasty place in hell with my name on it.'
He flinched and sighed. Then he sat down. He was exhausted. I exhausted him. It was so much fun!
I finally heard the noise I had been expecting for the past twenty minutes. The metal door opened and a guard stood outside my door.
'Do you want me to stay?' Father Brown asked me.
'I don't care either way,' I said. Despite myself, my hands had started to tremble and a cold sweat drenched my lower back.
Shuddering, I realized I was about to find out if they said 'dead man walking' for a woman. Or was it 'dead woman walking'?
'My mother was a vile woman,' I said.
Father Brown looked at me like he always did. Eyes big and round with shock.
I enjoyed upsetting him. He was such a cuddly man... Those were my favourite ... the nicest ones made the best victims.
'Don't say that, April.'
I laughed cruelly. I didn't care anymore. I had to make the most of the time I had left.
'It's true. Do you know how many men she slept with when I was little? And she did it with me in the house. I could hear everything...'
Father Brown scratched his chin thoughtfully. It was his urticaria, whenever he got nervous he got a skin rash.
'So, are you sure you don't want to confess?' he asked me after a while. 'It would do you good.'
'No, thanks, Father. I'm sure there's a toasty place in hell with my name on it.'
He flinched and sighed. Then he sat down. He was exhausted. I exhausted him. It was so much fun!
I finally heard the noise I had been expecting for the past twenty minutes. The metal door opened and a guard stood outside my door.
'Do you want me to stay?' Father Brown asked me.
'I don't care either way,' I said. Despite myself, my hands had started to tremble and a cold sweat drenched my lower back.
Shuddering, I realized I was about to find out if they said 'dead man walking' for a woman. Or was it 'dead woman walking'?
Father Brown looked at me like he always did. Eyes big and round with shock.
I enjoyed upsetting him. He was such a cuddly man... Those were my favourite ... the nicest ones made the best victims.
'Don't say that, April.'
I laughed cruelly. I didn't care anymore. I had to make the most of the time I had left.
'It's true. Do you know how many men she slept with when I was little? And she did it with me in the house. I could hear everything...'
Father Brown scratched his chin thoughtfully. It was his urticaria, whenever he got nervous he got a skin rash.
'So, are you sure you don't want to confess?' he asked me after a while. 'It would do you good.'
'No, thanks, Father. I'm sure there's a toasty place in hell with my name on it.'
He flinched and sighed. Then he sat down. He was exhausted. I exhausted him. It was so much fun!
I finally heard the noise I had been expecting for the past twenty minutes. The metal door opened and a guard stood outside my door.
'Do you want me to stay?' Father Brown asked me.
'I don't care either way,' I said. Despite myself, my hands had started to tremble and a cold sweat drenched my lower back.
Shuddering, I realized I was about to find out if they said 'dead man walking' for a woman. Or was it 'dead woman walking'?
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