The beautiful park, the gentle couple strolling just ahead of him, the cool of the summer evening only made a dull impression on him, all because her blood had added one more stain to his soul.
“She was only three years old, God. Why did that butcher have to murder her?”
Detective Keith Simmons was due to retire soon. This would be his last murder investigation and he thought he’d seen it all. Then he saw the blood and her torn, battered body.
He suppressed sorrow and summoned rage. Prison was too good for that scumbag. There was a better justice.
“Excuse me.” He looked up and saw one of the people who had been ahead of him. “I believe you could benefit from this.”
Keith mutely accepted the note she was holding. As she turned back and started walking with her companion again, he unfolded it and read, “The difference between stumbling blocks and stepping stones is how you use them.”
Tomorrow, he’d visit the child’s family again. It was his first stepping stone.
I wrote this for the 172th FFfAW Challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for creating a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 175 words long. My word count is 175.
Yesterday, I read a news account (actually several) about how a man with a knife attacked nine people, six of them children, at a girl’s third birthday party. The three year old died.
After reading it, I wrote my own commentary, feeling the hope being drained out of life because of such events.
Today, I’m trying to be a bit more optimistic and not let things like this defeat my spirit. It isn’t easy.
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