For today, I had a prompt to write a piece of flash fiction under 300 words. I love the challenge of restricting the word count. It’s not easy, but it is enjoyable.
Introduction: It’s the Kennington’s 16th decade, birthday celebration! The whole town is invited to the events. Detective Hall, was just about to “close shop” for the day and leave a skeleton crew on to answer phones and 911 him if an emergency arrives, then, suddenly his phone rings …
Prompt: “Yes, this is Detective Hall, speaking. What! You found a gun buried under Elmer’s sycamore tree? How did you think to look there? Oh, his neighbour’s dog dug it up. Yes, we’ve had complaints of that dog digging in yards all over Kennington. Wait, what’s that you say? There was a metal box with lots of cash buried with the gun?”
That Darn Diggin’ Dog
The detective yawned as he pulled his old Plymouth onto Elmer Ryland’s driveway. It had been a long day, and his bones ached for his bed. When Elmer met him on the porch, the eighty year old’s blue eyes sparkled like diamonds.
“You better come on in, Jimmy, you’re gonna need a drink when you see what that dog unearthed this time.”
Detective James Hall sighed. Nobody called him Jimmy any more, not since he was twelve, but he didn’t have the energy to explain that. Instead, he simply said, “Okay, show me where it’s at.”
The old man led the way through his worn out house, to the large kitchen at the back where a metal box—that was caked in dirt—sat on a rickety pine table. The detective gasped and steadied himself on the table. His eyes widened, and he turned to Elmer and said, “Is this what I think it is?”
“You see them faded initials as good as I do, sonny—T.C. That’s what it says, and we all know who T.C. is.”
Hall took a step closer and traced the letters with fingers that shook. “T.C., Top Cat, the cat burglar of Kennington.” He prised open the lid, barely daring to breathe from the weight of possibility.
Sure enough, this crazy digging dog had dug up the famous ‘Top Cat Stash’: the one the cops had been hunting since before he was born.
When Detective Hall turned to Elmer, his jaw dropped as the old man said, “I knew it’d be found in the end son. Tell the truth, I’m glad my secret’s finally out.”