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The Confession (standard:drama, 2427 words)
Author: Chris MichlewiczAdded: Jun 07 2002Views/Reads: 2056/1209Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A confession from the one person that everyone has been waiting to hear from

The man reached up and scratched at his gray beard.  Thin slivers of
light from the crooked blinds shone brightly against the bare wall 
behind him.  In their path across the room, a dirty mixture of dust and 
smoke swirled hypnotically like a brewing storm in the skies of tornado 

The man smashed his cigarette into the molded ashtray and quickly lit
another one.  He casually dragged and exhaled, then shuffled into a 
more comfortable position before he continued. 

“Of course I never talked to him myself.  That was the Chief's job,” he

“And what were the directions from the Chief?” asked the clean-cut man
dressed in a dark suit.  He sat behind a large mahogany desk covered in 
an assortment of documents that had been kept well classified for close 
to forty years. 

“Well, they were not as complex as you might think.  He said, ‘Get a
clean shot, don't let nobody see you.'  So that's what I did.  And far 
as I know, no one did.” 

“Did you get the clean shot he asked for?” 

“You know I did.  It was the one that put him out.” 

The man behind the desk paused a moment to collect his thoughts.  His
heart beat fast like the pumping legs of a greyhound in mid-sprint.  He 
adjusted the position of the tape recorder that lay on the desk in 
front of the man, brushing aside a few papers in the process.  He 
cleared his throat. 

“What made you finally come out with it now?  After so long, I mean,”
the clean-cut man asked. 

“Well look at me.  I'm older than the building we're sittin' in.  If
that ain't the god awful truth, I don't know what is.  I got nothin' 
left.  The wife is dead, haven't talk to my son in oh....thirty some 
odd years now.” 

“Let's back up here a minute, sir.  Back...after it happened, were you
questioned by anyone?” 

“Questioned?  Hell no.  But I tell you this, I did get a phone call
reassuring me of what would happen if I spilled it to someone who did.  
Prayin' to God the man who made that call is dead and gone,” the 
bearded man said. 


The man brought the cigarette to his lips and pulled.  The dull sparkle
of the lit end grew brighter as the tobacco slowly filled his lungs.  
His stare, barely wavering from the man seated across from him, was 
chilling and disturbed.  The sunken eyes had seen first-hand what was 
forever etched into the minds of millions.  He had gotten away with the 
ultimate murder. 

“Can you give me a description, to the best of your recollection, of
what happened that day?” the man in the dark suit asked. 

“I ‘spect my memory ain't what it used to be but I'll do my best for

“Started out as a typical mornin.'  The wife was fixin' breakfast while
I was getting ready and—“ 

“What did you wear?” 

“Oh, I forget.  Somethin' dressy I suppose.  That's what I always used
to wear back in those days.  Anyhow, the wife was fixin' breakfast as I 
was sayin' and called me down to get something to eat—eggs, bacon, 
something like that—but my stomach was churnin' something fierce.  
Must've been nerves.  So I said, ‘No, I wasn't hungry' and left out the 
door in a hurry.  Me and the two other boys was supposed to meet one 
last time to make sure we had our ideas straight.” 

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