Friday Fictioneers : Bonfire

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The detective cradles the mug of tea in both hands. His fingers are red, sore at the tips where’s he’s gnawed the skin. The smell of bonfires that followed him in now fills the room.

‘Was your daughter at home all night?’ he says.

I hold his gaze. ‘She went upstairs after school and didn’t come down until dinner.’

He takes in my dishevelled hair, my own bitten nails that I sudden want to hide.

He nods. ‘We’ll need to talk to her.’

‘Of course,’ I say, knowing her suitcase is gone along with half her clothes.

Run, my love.

 


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See here to join in the best prompt I know and to read the other stories.

67 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers : Bonfire

    1. Thanks so much Rochelle. Yes, not sure if the girl is guilty or an innocent caught up in something. Either way, she’s running. Thanks for reading 🙂

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      1. Well, I’ve been off NaNo for ten days. Half of them due to focusing on work and other activities and half due to going on a vacation with a friend visiting from DC. We drove out to Joshua Tree National Park and walked around the desert a while (which was surprisingly gorgeous) and then went to Temecula for wine tasting, lots of eating, and for her to run a half-marathon (and me to cheer her on). It was huge fun, but I’m looking forward to cleaning up my emails this morning and then turning everything off and diving back into my new novel!

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      2. Ah, yes, you said you’d have a hiatus halfway in. Glad you enjoyed your ime away so much – sounds lovely. Now, clear out that inbox and back to it! Hope the rest of the month goes as planned Joy

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  1. I didn’t think of arson at all. It was the word bonfire, I suppose. I imagined the girl running away from maybe an abusive father under cover of bonfire night when the police would have been busy elsewhere, and the mother is covering up for her.

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    1. Hadn’t thought of it like that, Jane. Interesting idea. Mother is definitely covering up, as you say, but whether the daughter is innocent or guilty … Thanks for reading

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    1. Ah, well, you know I’m not so sure myself! But as you say, when it comes to it, a parent will protect first, ask questions later. Thank you for the kind comment Karen

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    1. Dear Irene
      I hope you don’t mind me putting the opposite point of view.
      As a parent I would say that I would (possibly) follow your course of action if I had complete faith in the criminal justice system to determine who was innocent and who guilty, and if I believed that any punishment administered would improve my child’s chances of not re-offending. As neither of these are the case – I would protect my child every time.
      With best wishes
      Penny

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      1. Yes, very true, Penny. Sadly in these days when good representation in court is hard to come by for those without a few million in their back pocket, there is no guarantee of a fair hearing. A sad state of affairs

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    2. It’s a funny thing parenthood – you can be totally blind to your own child’s faults and threats to them can bring out the inner lioness! I’m sure you’re right, though perhaps the daughter thinks her innocence would not be believed. Thank you so much for the thoughtful comment

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  2. I wonder why the police suspected her – maybe she had a history… but that doesn’t automatically make her guilty. You could follow the story up by tracing her actions which finally lead her to proving her innocence and finding the culprit, but that would be too obvious. Better to leave the mystery.
    Immaculate writing, as usual.

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  3. Your descriptions, as always, are stellar… I have to agree with the bitten nail and know that, as a parent, regardless of innocence (and I’m not sure there was a crime or not) will do everything to protect their child…

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