{"id":1221,"date":"2024-02-05T01:42:42","date_gmt":"2024-02-05T09:42:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sandyjuker.com\/?page_id=1221"},"modified":"2024-02-05T01:42:43","modified_gmt":"2024-02-05T09:42:43","slug":"flash-fiction-i-shot-the-mayor","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/sandyjuker.com\/?page_id=1221","title":{"rendered":"Flash Fiction – I Shot the Mayor"},"content":{"rendered":"\n[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ module_id=”short-stories” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” background_color=”#8DF96C” min_height=”100px” height=”100px” custom_margin=”0px||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” width=”88%” max_width=”2560px” module_alignment=”center” min_height=”100px” height=”100px” max_height=”551px” custom_margin=”-52px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.19.5″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ text_font=”Trade Winds|700|||||||” text_text_color=”#000000″ text_font_size=”32px” text_line_height=”1.8em” header_font=”Trade Winds|700|||||||” header_text_color=”#8300E9″ header_font_size=”52px” header_2_font=”Trade Winds||||||||” header_2_text_color=”#8300E9″ header_2_font_size=”48px” header_3_font=”Trade Winds||||||||” header_3_text_color=”#8300E9″ header_3_font_size=”26px” header_5_font=”Trade Winds||||||||” background_color=”#8DF96C” custom_margin=”||-16px||false|false” custom_padding=”||||false|false” animation_style=”slide” animation_direction=”right” animation_intensity_slide=”0%” animation_starting_opacity=”100%” header_text_shadow_style=”preset5″ locked=”off” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”]

A Story Written in a FLASH!
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Inspired by Flash Fiction Friday prompt words.<\/em><\/h5>[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” width=”100%” max_width=”2560px” custom_margin=”-36px||-23px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”Bitter||||||||” header_font=”Arial|700|||||||” header_text_color=”#ff5757″ header_font_size=”73px” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content” sticky_enabled=”0″]

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I\u2019ve been called a master of deception, a label I wear with pride. From this side of the bars, you\u2019d think I\u2019d rue the day they sentenced me to be hanged for shooting the mayor. Known by the upper crust as Mr. Fran C. Pence, the rest of us referred to the city dignitary as Sir Fancy Pants.<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n

In full view from the barred window of my six by six, the structure of my shortened future was being erected. The same boys who snuck licorice sticks and chewing tobacco between those bars for a few coins, danced around the gallows like they were at the playground down by the one-room schoolhouse.<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n

Speaking of school, my favorite gal was Miss Hopkins, the pretty little spinster who taught those hooligans. The sway of those hips was enough to make any man wish he was a boy again. Even Sir Fancy Pants.<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n

Now that\u2019s where the shooting happened. Down at the school, just after all the girls and boys had headed for home, including the Pence children. Kasandra, or should I say, Miss Hopkins, who I affectionately referred to as Miss Kiss and Run, was beating the carpets out behind the schoolhouse.<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019d worked up a nice sheen of sweat, well not sweat, cause ladies don\u2019t sweat, but she was a glowin\u2019 when the old codger snuck up behind her and laid a hand on her hip. She whipped around and poked him in the gut with the beating stick. He oofed and stumbled backwards and that wiry little gal bopped him over the head with that stick.<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n

When I arrived to steal my evening kiss, Sir Fancy Pants was sprawled all wack-a-doodle across one end of the teeter-totter, dead as a doornail. Miss Hopkins had that stick slung over her shoulder, like she was ready to bop him again. Well, I couldn\u2019t have her pummeling a corpse, so I pulled out my six shooter and shot the mayor.<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n

Now that I look back on it, that was pretty clever of me. This town and all those upper crusters will never know they\u2019re hanging a liar, or should I say, a master of deception, and sending their precious offspring to be taught by a murderess.<\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n

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