A Moment in Time

Flash Fiction

A Moment in Time

“We have to get out of here.”

“Why?”

“What if the murderer is still around?!!!”

Randy sniffed, “If you just killed somebody would you hide near the body? We already called the police, they’ll expect us to be here when they arrive.”

“How long…” came a voice from behind them.

Whipping around there was a man holding a gun. The boys froze. “You called the police, right? How long did they say?”

Randy quietly said, “Minutes…”

Then Jeff said, “Are you gonna kill us too?”

“I didn’t kill the guy! I just heard the shot and came to see what it was.”

Both boys looked at him suspiciously, then Randy finally spoke. “Why do you have a gun?”

“I’m private eye, I almost always have a gun on me. I heard the shot and came to see what it was.”

“Oh…” Jeff started, “Us too. We didn’t see anybody when we got here, except him,” he looked down at the body, “So we called the police.”

“The police huh, how long did they say?”

“Five minutes…” Randy said quietly, “Or less…” he added as the sound of a siren started sounding. He watched the man’s face. There was a decision being made.

“Hey! Look at that!” he said, in his biggest voice.

Both Jeff and the man turned to see what Randy saw. Randy quickly picked up a big broken tree branch and wacked the guy right on the back of his head with it. He fell like a tree.

“What did you do that for?” Jeff yelled.

“I think that guy may be the killer…”

The police came, the man actually was private eye, he came to, splitting headache… The boys got in the local paper, and guess who grew up to be a private eye…

Randel W. Williams