by raymond alexander kukkee
"Your vice, boy, --your marginal propensity to theft -- lead to your appearance in front of
this court! " The judge peered over his black-rimmed bifocals.
"Yes, your honour"
he said meekly, scuffing the floor with his sneaker. He was ashamed.
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| Blacksmith's Leg Vise |
"You will return the Smithy's
vise you have stolen, and tools. I
hereby commit you to 52 weeks of labour at the blacksmith's shop to learn the fine
art of Smithing." the judge said.
"Thank you, your honour. I couldn't afford the apprentice program...".
The judge winked.
" Minor, age 14!... No
record!"
Next case!"
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"The Vise"
is a work of flash fiction inspired by M3's Flash Fiction Challenge. Only 96 words, it easily meets the July
word limit of 150 words.
Is that Incoming I hear?
