a border ficlet
maggie norton, R
She already knew he was guilty but to hear him actually say it out loud is more disturbing than she thought it would be. Ruddy splotches are splayed across his face and tears are streaming down in an unending torrent. His muffled muttering is almost incomprehensible through his hiccupped tears but she manages to make out one word, "Sorry." The son of a bitch is fucking sorry.
written for medie's "because we're awesome" challenge
prompt: [the border] maggie norton--interrogation
date started: may 2008
date finished: may 2008
posted may 2008
a friday the 13th: the series vignette
G
Behind the glass window the orderly wears a pair of headphones and idly flips through his own magazine. There's a car on the cover. He makes a mental note in inquire with one of the detectives about Crystal's car. She loved that little red Corvette.
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