Flash Friday, good friday, 4/3/15 in Flash Friday

  • April 3, 2015, 7:12 p.m.
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I take a bite from her forearm. It’s cold and sinewy and makes me a gag a bit. I spit it into a ziplock baggie and shove it deep in my pocket. The ME will tell him the bite was post mortem. The ME will confirm all the questions that Bradford will ask. He will send the traces of saliva to the lab to get DNA. Bradford will bitch about how long it takes. Doesn’t matter; my DNA isn’t on file.

That song was stuck in my head, the one that’s always on the radio.

Maybe Bradford won’t get the case right away, but they’ll send it to him when they put the pieces together. Or maybe he doesn’t sleep much, maybe he scans the radio when he gets home. Yeah, the TV on but no sound, just the squelch and numbers from patrol cars.

I can’t remember the words, just the tune, so I make up my own;
If I piss on your toes
It’s cause you’re standing too damn close.
If I get caught and brought in alive some day I’ll tell that to the shrink. She’ll (I imagine the shrink is a she, I don’t know why, I just do) ask me open questions too, sideways open questions that will basically mean Why? Do you get off on it, like sexual thing? Power? They know it’s not money, well, Bradford knows.

I don’t have a good answer for the first few, or even a bad answer. Bad wiring I guess, the first one scared the shit out me; I don’t remember feeling anything at all. Maybe the next one was to see if I could feel something, I don’t know, but if the shrink likes that answer she can have it. Once Bradford was on the case though …

Ever wonder why a mouse stays in house with a blood thirsty cat? Goes after cheese left in those same traps that took a sibling or two? I mean they are small and fast and could leave the way they got in. It’s not just the cat that plays cat and mouse. That’s why I take a bite. It’s gross and bitter and I hate that part, the rest I’m indifferent to, but I hate taking the bite. It’s damn near made a vegan out of me. But it’s distinctive.

I have to go, the grass will start to moisten with dew in the next few minutes, I need it dry, the scene has to look like every other scene.


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