The Sheriff’s son. Yeah, that’s me. He rides me harder than that bronc he loves. I hate horses and this rural county. So I lie on the sidewalks and hug my bottles. Damn those blinding, flashing lights.
“Officer? Let me be.”
“Get up, son. I love you. Let’s go home.”
© Copyright 2019—Present, Jenise Cook, All Rights Reserved Worldwide.
First Published on The Friday Fix on Medium.com (RIP), 2019 June 6
Self published on JeniseCook.com
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The Story Behind This Story
One of the challenges with writing 50-word flash fiction is creating the twist, the surprise ending. I’m still working on this and hope to write stories as wonderful as those I read online.
This flash story is inspired by a couple of true events I had read about online. Just because one is a chief of police or a county Sheriff does not mean family members are in good shape and not in trouble with the law.
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