Miranda

The cruiser stopped on the bridge and police opened the door for a woman in her late forties.

She had been brought as witness, but Detective Dave Drummond had a warrant with her name in his pocket.

“There….”, she pointed to the river-bed.

He saw the telltale pattern in the dirt.and lighted another cigarette, knowing well that staying silent is the best way to make them talk.

The wind tousled her hair… she was crying.

“I didn’t kill my husband…. “

Dave cuffed her tenderly, reading from his Miranda card:

“Mrs Simmons, you have the right to remain silent… “

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Today just a quick scene from the life of a black widow… she of course will be acquitted.

Friday Fictioneers is an addictive prompt where we write stories in 100 words under the strict supervision of headmaster Rochelle Wisoff Fields. Follow the rules and you might be allowed to join the fun as well.

57 responses to “Miranda

  1. This summer Connie and I interviewed several possible tenants for our rental properties. If you kept your mouth shut, and listened, pretty soon the bad ones always told on themselves.

  2. Detective inspector has more up his sleeve than he is letting us know. Let us wait and see if he can make his prisoner talk.

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