Copyright 2010 by Carl Garrett
Ed was not sentimental; he'd married Emily for her money and murdered her for the same. He produced his well-prepared alibi, smirked behind the backs of the departing officers. But when Emily's brother, Rick, stormed in, his voice a-tremble with rage as he hissed, You won't see a penny of her money. You'll spend the rest of your life in prison, Ed laughed the silly bore out of the house and into the night. He chuckled to himself about the incident until the attack came in the dark, the well-aimed blow to his spine just above the shoulder blades, the sickening crack, and then nothing.
Later, as he lay in his specially-designed bed, gazed upon his now-useless limbs, felt the hissing/muttering clamor of machinery and caregivers that would surely consume every cent of Emily's money, he realized that Rick had kept his word.
2/22/10
1/28/10
Nothing Left to Give
Copyright 2010 By Carl Garrett
Sandra tried to hide her distaste at her latest case. The teenage girl sitting across from her was skeletal except for the round bulge of pregnancy, a drug-ravaged wreck of humanity. Sandra had long ago discarded the idealism that first led her to take this job, now was glad for the barrier that her desk created between herself and the girl’s dirt and despair.
“So,” continued the girl in a blank monotone, “This new baby can’t get me no more help.”
Sandra couldn't help the stab of satisfaction she felt as she replied, “I’m sorry, that’s correct. Your assistance qualifications don’t cover a sixth child.”
“Well, then,” the girl replied, a darkness in her voice that Sandra should have recognized, “I guess there ain’t no point.”
Sandra’s reflexes were quick, but the girl’s were too as she raised the blade above her belly, and the desk was between them.
Sandra tried to hide her distaste at her latest case. The teenage girl sitting across from her was skeletal except for the round bulge of pregnancy, a drug-ravaged wreck of humanity. Sandra had long ago discarded the idealism that first led her to take this job, now was glad for the barrier that her desk created between herself and the girl’s dirt and despair.
“So,” continued the girl in a blank monotone, “This new baby can’t get me no more help.”
Sandra couldn't help the stab of satisfaction she felt as she replied, “I’m sorry, that’s correct. Your assistance qualifications don’t cover a sixth child.”
“Well, then,” the girl replied, a darkness in her voice that Sandra should have recognized, “I guess there ain’t no point.”
Sandra’s reflexes were quick, but the girl’s were too as she raised the blade above her belly, and the desk was between them.
1/7/10
Mother's day
Copyright 2009 by Carl Garrett
“I know I owe you a great debt, Mother,” said Lewis, unmindful of the chaos around him. “Most parents would have left it at putting headphones on their belly and playing Mozart. Not you. Special drugs for advanced musculo-skeletal growth. Electrode implants to speed the development of the neural cortex. I am what I am today because of you. I hope you don't think me ungrateful.”
Mother smiled in reply.
Lewis blinked in the brightness of a new world, shivered in the sterile hospital chill. He gazed at the bloody, ravaged body that he had so recently torn his way out of. He smiled back at her, but for different reasons.
“I know I owe you a great debt, Mother,” said Lewis, unmindful of the chaos around him. “Most parents would have left it at putting headphones on their belly and playing Mozart. Not you. Special drugs for advanced musculo-skeletal growth. Electrode implants to speed the development of the neural cortex. I am what I am today because of you. I hope you don't think me ungrateful.”
Mother smiled in reply.
Lewis blinked in the brightness of a new world, shivered in the sterile hospital chill. He gazed at the bloody, ravaged body that he had so recently torn his way out of. He smiled back at her, but for different reasons.
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