This can’t be happening, it’s all just a mistake. Why are you here?
Can I see my mum?
Why not? What have you done with her?
Let me talk to her.
What have I supposed to have done?
No, I don’t know what I’ve done. You won’t tell me.
Murder? What do you mean, murder?
Who?
When?
Where?
Who?
I don’t know her; I never met the girl.
No, I only saw her once, at the wedding.
Why don’t I remember her? Well, I don’t know.
What do you mean her body was found in a skip behind the hotel?
She had what?
She had my photo on her phone?
So what. Show me. How do you know that was me?
No, why should I do that?
What do you mean you have some close-ups.
Close-ups of what?
You’re kidding. I want to see my mum.
What? You want me to do what?
Take my trousers down, you’re kidding.
Pants too.
This is a nightmare.
You want to do what? Compare what?
Don’t you need a warrant? You know, some legal paper.
What? What new Act?
What? Passed last week?
You can do anything you want to if you have a suspicion. Suspicion? Suspicion of what?
What do you mean, you don’t have to tell me that?
No, you can’t do this, it’s ridiculous.
I want to see my mum
No I won’t go with you. Leave me alone!
Aggghhhh!
This can’t be happening, it’s all just a terrible mistake.
Words: Richard Rooney
Illustration: A.I.
Flash Fiction 250
Flash Fiction 250 