Cowardice ~ The Red Coat


It’s been snowing all day and Ben and I, we’re going to build a snowman. I’m gonna call him Olaf, like in the movie. It’s going to be amazing. I can find some twigs in the park to use for the arms and some rocks for his buttons. Like these! It’ll be perfect and… AAAHHHHHH! That hurts. Wait! I don’t want to be alone. It’s so cold. Mommy! Mommy!

You don’t understand little girl. It’s the last time you see snow. You’ll never build that snowman. Stupid, sweet little girl. You shouldn’t have worn that red cape: you never know what a big bad wolf does to little girls in red. Have you never read the tale? Well that’s too bad, cause while you dance away, gathering twigs for a snowman you don’t see death coming to you.

The kid was the third in as many weeks. Grime almost threw up at the scene. He’d worked crime for 15 years but kids always shook him up. And today it was little Abby Jessup. He knew her from church. It seemed more brutal and bloody than the others.
Did she try to escape?
“What do you think boss?” Higgins asked.
“What kind of cowardly asshole kills a child?”

©scolpron2016

In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Cowardice with a bit of a change at the end compared to what I submitted to Flash Fiction Month July 11 challenge

The challenge was to write a 369ers, i.e. 3 times 69 words in 3 different POV (1st, 2nd and 3rd) and three stories that correlates to one another on the theme of mystery: here who is the murderer?

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