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The real Aaron

This is my submission to the Speakeasy #155 writing challenge.

THE REAL AARON

Without a word, she dropped to the ground.

“So? Did you find him?” Detective Inspector Richmond asked for the thousandth time that afternoon.

“We’ve got him surrounded on the western boundary.” Agent Sarah Madison answered. She had been scouting the forest from atop the tall oak tree for hours. Richmond had wanted to launch helicopters, but Sarah was sure she could do better, and she had.

“Good job, Sarah!”Richmond smiled as they entered  FBI headquarters. “Consider yourself promoted!”

 

Sarah smiled back. She had been working hard for seven years to move up in the ranks, and now she would, thanks to this case. The Alison Kimberly murder had sent shockwaves throughout the university she had been a student of. Alison had been popular and beautiful, president of her sorority, and girlfriend to computer and science genius Aaron Hudson. She’d had rivals, but no one who hated her enough to poison her soda with cyanide.

The case had been about to close when Sarah, still suspicious, stepped in and asked to re-investigate. “I’m giving you this case because I trust you. If this is all for nothing or you mess up, you will lose your job.” Richmond had warned her.

Months of lurking around in the university, thorough questioning and a lot of puzzling, Sarah found all evidence pointing towards Aaron, Alison’s boyfriend. Still, it had been circumstantial, and Aaron would have been safe, had he not tried to flee when the FBI knocked at his door.

 

Sarah took a deep breath. If she could crack the suspect, she would win the case and her promotion.

 “Why did you do it, Aaron?”

He smiled insolently. “We both know why, Agent, so quit wasting your time.”

“You will not speak to me like that!” Sarah snapped.

“ I’d rather not, Agent. My proposal for the coffee date still stands though.”

“Just answer the damn question!” Sarah was beginning to lose her cool now.

“Oh, feisty, aren’t you, Agent? Okay, I’ll tell you why I murdered Alison. Betrayal.” Aaron’s gaze locked with hers.  His eyes were the colour of a thunderstorm, with full lashes. Attractive eyes, almost feminine, just like the rest of him.

Sarah was startled out of her errant thoughts as Aaron continued. “I liked Alison. I really did. I had been nominated for the international computer Olympiad, to be held in Greece. Everything was fine until I found that Alison had called in a lot of favours to replace my name with hers all because she really wanted to visit Greece. She pretended that she didn’t have any idea how she, with her zero knowledge about computers, was chosen as state representative!”

“So you killed her?” Sarah exclaimed. “For such a little thing?”

“Oh it wasn’t a little thing, Agent. Betrayal kills. I think you know what I mean.” He smirked.

“What rubbish!” Sarah sputtered. “I would never kill anyone!”

“Oh but you did,” said Aaron smoothly. “Agent Bradford’s death was no accident. He took the entire credit for a case you had solved alone, and stole your promotion, so you killed him.”

“He was my fiancée!” Sarah shouted.

“You didn’t want to marry him, accepting his proposal was a mistake. You like women.”

Sarah felt defeated. “How do you know all this?”

“Intelligence, and professional hacking, Agent. The Bureau’s files should be guarded better.”

Sarah managed to say,”I’ll be back tomorrow.”

 

Despite everything Aaron had said about her, Sarah slept peacefully that night.

 

She was woken up in the early morning by her phone ringing insistently.

Groggily, she answered. “Hello?”

“The suspect’s escaped.”

Six months later, Aaron Hudson had still not been found. Every database  denied the existence of any such identity.

“I’m sorry, Sarah.” Detective Inspector Richmond said sadly. “You’re fired.”

Sarah trudged away to her office to clear it. She had lost her job and her reputation and all she had left was the memory of the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She sighed and opened a drawer. Placed in it was a piece of paper. She gasped.

Agent Madison,

 If you ever stop denying the chemistry between us, I leave with you an address where you can find me. Report this to the feds and you’ll never hear from me again.

Yours from the moment I saw you,

Aaria

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718 words 🙂

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The picture prompt:

Lion

 

 

 


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Cursed

Hi, y’all! My 8th attempt at writing 100 word flashfiction for FF, which is hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week Rochelle chooses a picture prompt, on which we write approximately 100 words, give or take a few. Thanks Adam for this week’s picture 😀

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Here are my 100 words 🙂

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CURSED

The village was united before the war tore it apart.

Overnight, friends became enemies, and suspicion spread like a poisonous fog.

A bridge was built to divide the village into two. Any person who tried to cross the bridge would be executed.

Lovers Hayden and Jasmine dared to defy. One clear spring afternoon, the two lovers were burnt at the stake.

Those involved in the execution were found dead in their beds the next morning. The surviving inhabitants fled the village in terror.

 Legend has it, every leap year, the spirits of the villagers come back to replay the massacre.

 

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The Groom Returns

My first entry for Write On Edge and I must say I really like this concept of using a photo as well as quote for the prompt.The writer has the option of choosing the picture or the quote, or both of them as inspiration for their 500 word story.This week I used the photo as my prompt.

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

Here are my 497 words 🙂

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THE GROOM RETURNS

The cold night wind scattered sand over the desert. Iris watched the fine silver grains rearrange themselves gracefully into new patterns. Above her, the velvet sky was dotted with stars, but lately Iris had stopped tracing the constellations with her eyes, she found no peace in them any longer. It was all because of him. He had taught her the art of reading the sky, and now he had made her lose interest just as easily.

Iris and her family had lived with their community among the dunes for years, its serenity only disturbed  by the occasional research students, academicians and archaeologists whose curiosity drove them to investigate the mysterious desert and its myriad secrets. But the community was careful not to let anything leak out to the outsiders. Twice that had happened, and the scholars had been captured and put to death quickly, quietly and efficiently.

 

The desert’s secrets had to be protected at all costs.

 

Robert had been another young research student, different from the others only because he had fallen in love with Iris. Attention from men was quite unknown to young Iris, for unlike her (flower) namesake, she was neither delicate nor pretty.She was not particularly intelligent or charming either, so Robert’s wooing had enthralled and enchanted her. She had begun to love Robert back, and the elders had been shocked, but tolerant of their forbidden romance, only because Iris’s father was an important man in the community. Since, Robert was still an outsider, they had merely decided on hiding their rituals and magical skills from him.

 

But as fate would have it, Robert had walked in on a late night sacred ritual worship of a very important deity, disrupting the process and unfortunately becoming a threat to the community. And of course he had been excited and pleased about his discovery, telling the elders how good it would be for their community to be publicized and how famous it would make them. But of course that couldn’t be allowed. The decision to execute Robert was unanimous. It was only after Iris begged and begged and convinced her father, that they agreed upon erasing Robert’s recent memory with a serum rather than killing him.

 

However, fate had intervened again when something in the serum had gone wrong, leading to a painful death for Robert. There was nothing that could be done, no potion, no spell that could revive him, and the entire community went into ceremonial mourning.

 

But now he was back. He had somehow returned from the dead to claim his bride, and he was wreaking havoc all over the desert with famines,droughts, infant deaths and worst of all to Iris, he visited her in nightmares with that gruesome bloodstained smile and equally bloody hands that reached out for her.

Iris shivered in fear.

A hand came down heavily on her shoulder. She screamed.

“Hello Iris.” Robert’s mangled living dead corpse rasped. “This time I’m taking you with me….”