Cuffed

A short piece for the weekly #MenageMonday contest. I took home first place

The bright light filtering through the blinds woke me. The white ceiling and walls looked unfamiliar. As I tried to sit up, a pair of handcuffs restricted me and I realized my left leg was in a cast.

 

“How did I end up in the hospital?” I wondered. I couldn’t remember a thing.

 

Suddenly the door burst open and a tall man wearing a black police uniform rushed into the room.

 

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot,” he grunted, pointing a gun at me.

 

“Please, please, don’t,” I pleaded. I…I…didn’t do anything; I didn’t…wait a minute. Dave?”

 

He squeezed the trigger and a burst of water hit me in the face as he cackled like a hyena.

 

“You son of a b***h, I’ll kill you for this. Scared the crap out of me,” I said.

 

 “You should have seen your face. I should probably get the nurse so she can clean your sheets,” he responded with a giant smile.

 

“Very funny. Get these cuffs off me. Where’d you get the costume anyway?”

 

“Oh, those cuffs aren’t mine,” he said, his smile disappearing. “You ran over a construction worker yesterday when you were drunk. I thought this might cheer you up some.”

Reviews

[A.C. Davis]

This was SO funny. Thank you so much for this little laugh, it made my day.

[Leslie Philibert]

Tough little story with lots of action, well written with lots of tempo, could be a bit of Raymond Chandler. And it`s great you publish under a real name,like that.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Very expressive, you go a lot of places in so little time.

[Marie]

Oh, fabulous! It was full of surprises--especially that last paragraph. You are truly gifted.