Forget the Cookies (a 200 word story)

I remember the child sitting on my lap.  “What would it take for you to do this one thing for me?” he had asked.  They warn you about this when you join the corps, but it still amazes you when you hear it.

That’s why I stopped in my tracks and thought hard once I was in the man’s bedroom.  What the kid was asking me to do came naturally.  Still, I hated the son of a bitch for what he had done to the boy, so I wanted to gift the man something more.  All it would take is a slight twitch and justice would be served.  I had killed many a person, young and old, male and female, but never while they slept, not in cold blood.  That was not who I was, at least not now.

I sheathed my blade and left his son’s note.  I thought about leaving a bit of coal behind to emphasize that I saw his naughty ass and if I had wanted he would have been mine, but I am a man of the red cloth.  “What would it take?  I may only play a saint, but a devil I am not.”

 

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Bill (an acrostic poem)

But he didn’t have the money to pay

It made him feel really bad, but he had been so hungry

Leaving the slip on the table with an “I’m sorry” note

Larry couldn’t really enjoy his first meal in three days as he ran away

 

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A Bad Idea (an acrostic poem) part 6

Another note greeted Mike

 

But he refused to look at it yet

Allowing himself a chance to down a scotch

Determined to stop this cycle

 

It came to him maybe he should set fire to the thing

Deny he had ever seen it

Even maybe go to the police about it

At last, he opened it and groaned at what he read

 

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Intrigue (an acrostic poem) part 4

It didn’t make Mike happy that he killed that poor woman

No, that wasn’t right.  He did it because of that damn blackmail note

There was no way he was going to let his blackmailer get away with it though

Reviewing hours of video was something he used to do as a private eye

It wasn’t his favorite part of a horrible job, but he was good at it

Grabbing his coffee he slowed down the frames

Unable to believe what he was seeing he checked it fifteen times

Everything finally made sense, and he had his lead

 

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Push (an acrostic poem) part 1

Penny jogged down the block, her iPhone drowning out the world

Under all that workout sweat her blood ran cold

Someone had left a note explaining what she had to do to not be exposed

Her job was now to decide to murder or be murdered

 

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