A Halloween Collar by Wayne Zurl
Wayne Zurl is a retired New York police officer who lives in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with his wife, Barbara. Wayne has been getting good reviews on his Sam Jenkins mystery series so it isn’t surprising that he can also whip out a little flash fiction. His latest release, A New Prospect, was named the year’s best mystery at the 2011 Independent Publisher’s Book Awards. To learn more about Wayne, visit his website HERE. My friend Sylvia Ney did an interesting interview with Wayne HERE. And he was a guest blogger for Sylvia HERE. If you like series characters, check out Wayne’s books on Amazon and make note: they’re print, some are audio and some are digital.Now, read Wayne’s winning entry:
A HALLOWEEN COLLAR“I’ve had a wonderful time, but this wasn’t it,” I said, and smacked the kid on the back of his head.
The ghoul mask fell from his hand to the floor.
“Up yours,” he said.
I grabbed his nose and put my face an inch from his ear. “The next time I hit you, sport, you’ll lose your teeth.”
His eyes strained to look at me. I removed my fingers from his beak.
“I chased you four blocks,” I said, “and ripped my pants going over that fence. I am not a happy policeman. I’ll ask again. Where did you get those fireworks?”
“I forget.”
I smacked him again, this time a little harder.
His hand went defensively to his head. “I’ll have your badge for that, man.”
“I doubt that. Blowing up a mailbox makes you guilty of a felony. Where did you get the M-80s?”
An arrogant smirk crossed his face. “From my father, the chief inspector.”
The ghoul mask fell from his hand to the floor.
“Up yours,” he said.
I grabbed his nose and put my face an inch from his ear. “The next time I hit you, sport, you’ll lose your teeth.”
His eyes strained to look at me. I removed my fingers from his beak.
“I chased you four blocks,” I said, “and ripped my pants going over that fence. I am not a happy policeman. I’ll ask again. Where did you get those fireworks?”
“I forget.”
I smacked him again, this time a little harder.
His hand went defensively to his head. “I’ll have your badge for that, man.”
“I doubt that. Blowing up a mailbox makes you guilty of a felony. Where did you get the M-80s?”
An arrogant smirk crossed his face. “From my father, the chief inspector.”
7 comments:
Congratulations Wayne - You wrote a great story. It is a very enjoyable read!
Thanks, Jess, for accepting my story and to you judges for picking it amongst all the other great pieces submitted. And a special thanks to Sylvia Ney for telling me and other members of Author Central on Facebook about the contest and Jess's blog.
Congrats, Wayne!
This was so much fun. Congrats to Mr. Zurl. Loved his story. I hope Jessica does this again.
Congrats to Wayne. Excellent work.
Sylvia--thanks for sending Wayne over and hope you don't mind that I swiped his pic from your site. :)
Wayne--I'm glad you entered. Hope you'll drop in on me again and again.
jmrinaldo--appreciate you popping in.
Sherry-thanks for entering. I'll have to come up with another contest soon.
Charles- thanks for your response and being one of my steady visitors. I appreciate you.
I'm a day or three late, but congrats, Wayne. You spun a good yarn.
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