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Sunday Photo Fiction: Part Nine – Nineteen- Years Later #amwriting #flashfiction #thriller


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Chad awoke finding himself in an indistinguishable bedroom, lying in bed. He knew he’d recently had surgery for his gun shot wound.

He gazed out the window at miserable surroundings. A muddy canal separated this gated house from apartments under construction. 

Chad rubbed his heavy eyes, shocked to see Garig standing infront of his bed. “What do you want?” Chad squeeked.

Garig shrugged, sitting on the bed close to Chad. He smacked Chad on his side, jarring his wound.

 “I’ve been in the dark for many years.” Garig said, his nearly, albino complexion frightening with a gritty voice.

“The dark?” 

” I thought Tom and I were both siding with the Russians Chad. Tom played a double agent well. He acted like my best friend for decades. I believed, like you, you were Tom’s son.” 

Chad tried to speak but Garig shushed him. 

“I rescued Tom from near death in military prison in the US and nursed him back to life in Russia. But I had never trusted Tom after he stole Mona, your Mom from me. The nuclear bomb hidden in your tattoo was my fail safe –Tom wouldn’t betray me again.”

“I didn’t know Tom was deep undercover all this time and I was his commander. But our Russian higher-ups, they liked Tom, he always got the job done. It wasn’t until I found out he’d been siphoning secrets to the US — for nineteen-years, that I caught on. Mona told me you were actually Sam’s son Chad.” Garig said, then smiled disturbingly.

“You wouldn’t know this, but your mother and I have kept in touch for years. How do you think I found Sam and you with Bastion?” 

Chad angerily shoved at Garig, but Garig smacked Chad’s side again. 

“At the museum where Bastion died, Tom was there –but not with me. I knew he was probably trying to save you, that he found out about the special code I put in your tattoo. Then, some idiot marine wounded you and deactivated the bomb.”Garig said disgusted. 

“But Garig, I  . . .” Chad started mumbling before Garig cut him off.

Garig’s smile was malevolent: “Chad, I can’t let you live. Sam has been chasing me since you were born and I owe him; not to mention, Sam slept with Mona. Add to that Tom’s betrayel of almost twenty-years, and I have a deserved reason to kill you.”  

“How can you kill me since you obviously, love my Mom?”  Chad asked trembling.

“Your Mom is dead Chad. She would have prevented me from killing you. Mona was the only person who knew Tom was alive all this time. She needed to pay for betraying my trust and being such a slut and having you in the first place.” 

Garig took out a large hunting knife from his leather jacket, grazing it’s sharp edge against  Chad’s throat. 

“I think we should give Sam and Tom some lasting memories of you Chad. Don’t you?” 

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Sorry, part nine is so long. Wrapping things up is hard!  

Read Part Eight here. 
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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

19 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: Part Nine – Nineteen- Years Later #amwriting #flashfiction #thriller”

  1. Funny, I didn’t think this was long. I think because, as I was reading, I could feel the tension and malevolence. Everything said, after all, is to justify a death sentence. Which Garig will now try to enact. I think this wrap-up, Mandi, is still terse with suspense. Great work in this part of the story!

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