Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
Ollie reckoned the toddler’s endless tantrum created a bit of havoc in the area already. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t bring more.
Wrinkling her nose, she stretched her face into a funny expression. The toddler, catching sight of her antics, paused mid squall. Winking, Ollie stepped from the building’s shadows, resting her hand on her pistol.
“Greetings folks,” She bellowed, but not so loud Timothy calking his riffle wasn’t easily audible. The toddler’s parents scooped him up and rushed away. Tsk. Before she’d done more than greet ‘em.
Other folks scurried likewise. Better for them. Revealed the actual threats in the crowd.
Such as the sheriff shoving his way against the crowd’s flow toward her.
“Ollie,” he barked. His voice carried over the unrest. Ollie noted him glancing about marking Alessia and Timothy’s flanking positions. “Where is Josephine Maira Zigler,” he demanded.
Even when the woman wasn’t present. Ollie had only drug Josephine about for a month. Maybe two. Not like they were partners.
An explosion rattled shutters and Ollie’s bones, cutting her off.
Timothy, Alessia, and the sheriff turned toward the noise. Ollie cringed, realizing she’d scanned to see what Josephine had turned to madness instead.
They weren’t partners, she reminded herself. Allesia and Timothy were her partners, and they’d distracting to do.
“As I said, greetings folks.” The sheriff returned his attention to Ollie. A sly looked appraising how she’d caused the explosion. Let him wonder. Would do her reputation good.
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