Memories of Murder

Another short story based on the image shown
from a prompt from Writers Unite! – February 2019

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Memories of Murder
A Short Story by Lynn Miclea

 

Keegan stood there, staring at the chair. He had loved using that chair and he cherished what it represented. The memories flooded back. He remembered tying his victims to that chair. The red-brown bloodstains on the floorboards were still visible.

The memories made him smile. He could see the terror in the eyes of his victims when he brought out the knife. He could still hear the screams. He hadn’t killed again in all these years since then. But that chair brought back the cherished memories, and he chuckled.

Keegan remembered how the police were closing in on him and how he quickly left. He had been careless, and they had gotten too close — they had almost caught him. He had barely managed to stay one step ahead of the cops, but it was not easy. They were good.

He fondly ran his hand along the back of the chair as warmth filled him. He was too old now to kill again — he was no longer interested in that. But the memories were wonderful.

They did not bring back the family members he had lost, but they had brought him some relief, even if it was only temporary.

He silently said goodbye to the chair and the memories. It was dangerous to even be here.

Tomorrow he would retire from the police force. This case would remain unsolved, and his record would be spotless. He thought about retiring on Maui, with endless sun and sand — a fitting end to a brilliant career.

A broad smile erupted on his face. He had done it. He was free.

As he turned to leave, he heard tires screeching out in the street in front. A neighbor in a hurry? Then he heard more tires. What was going on?

A loud voice thundered through a bullhorn. “Police! You are surrounded. Come out with your hands up!”

Images of Maui beaches dissolved into images of a jail cell. Where did he mess up? What had he done wrong? How did they know?

He glanced out the front window. Four cop cars were out in front. His own squad — he knew them all. A huge sigh escaped him. He knew they were already at the back as well. All exits were covered.

He would not go to jail. There was only one way out now.

He opened the front door and saw the shocked looks on the faces of the officers who he had worked next to all these years.

He raised his handgun, aimed it at the cop who he knew was the best sharpshooter … and felt his body jerk backward as rounds of ammunition hit him.

 

 

Copyright © 2019 Lynn Miclea. All Rights Reserved.

 

 

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About Lynn Miclea

LYNN MICLEA is a writer, author, musician, Reiki master practitioner, and dog lover. Although she worked many different jobs throughout her life, she has always loved reading and writing, and one of her dreams was to become a professional writer. After retiring, Lynn further pursued her passion for writing, and she is now a successful author with many books published and more on the way. She has published books of fiction (thrillers, suspense, science fiction, paranormal, mystery, and romance), nonfiction (memoirs and self-help guided imagery), and children’s stories (fun animal stories about kindness, believing in yourself, helping others, and being more than you ever thought possible). She hopes that through her writing she can help empower others, stimulate people’s imagination, and open new worlds as she entertains with powerful and heartfelt stories. Originally from New York, Lynn currently lives in southern California with her loving and supportive husband. Please visit her website at www.lynnmiclea.com.
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11 Responses to Memories of Murder

  1. Cynthia Olsen....nom de plume....Cidney Bredeken says:

    Loved the haunted chair and I’m not one to read poetry, much less write it. Beautiful!

  2. i was definitely not expecting that, but i think thats the beauty of your short post… that it evoked an emotion of …what the? what just happened? loved it

    • Lynn Miclea says:

      I love that – I’m so glad it had an impact like that! Thank you so much for your feedback, that means a lot! Thank you! 🙂 ❤

      • i don’t know if you have any other posts like this… but what i found refreshing was that your post was not from the view of a “protagonist”…it reminded me of a book i read when i was younger that was stereoscopic and each chapter revolved around the views from three characters – the child, the absent mother, and the
        pedophile

      • Lynn Miclea says:

        Wow – that book sounds amazing – and it sounds like it had a big impact on you. Those books are such a treasure. Yes – I tend to write stories from the point of view of real, everyday people that readers can relate to – same with my other short stories on my blog and also in my published books. Please check out my other stories on my blog – you would probably like those as well. And please also check out my website to see books I’ve published. http://www.lynnmiclea.com – thank you! 🙂

  3. Wow this is amazing!! Are you planning another part where you tell how he was discovered? That would be an interesting read too.

  4. Razni says:

    I had to read the ending twice…i was like…what just happens…😲 did I miss anything.🤔..i loved it.😍. The more I read your work the more I am falling in love with them….excellent…🤗

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