by raymond alexander kukkee
"Your vice, boy, --your marginal propensity to theft -- lead to your appearance in front of this court! " The judge peered over his black-rimmed bifocals.
"Yes, your honour" he said meekly, scuffing the floor with his sneaker. He was ashamed.
|Blacksmith's Leg Vise|
"You will return the Smithy's vise you have stolen, and tools. I hereby commit you to 52 weeks of labour at the blacksmith's shop to learn the fine art of Smithing." the judge said.
"Thank you, your honour. I couldn't afford the apprentice program...".
The judge winked.
" Minor, age 14!... No record!"
"The Vise" is a work of flash fiction inspired by M3's Flash Fiction Challenge. Only 96 words, it easily meets the July word limit of 150 words.
Is that Incoming I hear?