Congratulations to Tui Allen, the readers’ choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. Thanks also to everyone who participated – excellent entries!
The winning entry is rewarded with a special feature here today and a place in our collection of winners which will be published as an e-book at year end.
Without further ado, here’s the winning entry:
by Tui Allen
I leaned out the window and saw his distinctive pale hat gleaming in the streetlight below. He stopped right below me and studied the Riptide menu, standing back a little to see it better.
Eyes not so good my friend? Getting old eh?
‘This is my chance,’ I thought.
I reached for my long handled bolt cutters and leaned slowly outwards. Oh so carefully and quietly I crunched through both wires at once at the point where they crossed. Of course he heard the sound and looked up.
Because he was looking up, the falling steel crab got him full in the face. He didn’t die. But he’d never be pretty again. He wouldn’t be stealing any more of my girls.
I love reliving the next few moments as he staggered blindly up the street with his hands over his face, trying to stem the flow of blood obscuring his eyes. He crashed through three heavy concrete potplant tubs – then tripped over a set of low steps and collapsed unconscious, face down in a pool of blood.
They tried and tried but no matter how hard they scrubbed , they could never quite remove the bloodstains from those steps. I see them daily as I pass on my way home from the fishmarket, a pleasant reminder of what comes to those who try to take what is mine.
Of course I made sure the long-handled cutters were at the bottom of the bay, well before the police arrived.