Words Scrawled On A Cell Wall
Nobody wanted to listen, so I decided to make them. Me and a can of Blaze Orange.
I sprayed "They killed Pat Byrne!" on the station wall, but a cop leaving spotted me. They left me my belt. I don't want to do it, but they'll do worse when they come back.
I wrote this the other day, for a flash fiction contest over at Fictional Musings. I learned of the contest just over two hours before the deadline, and this was the best I could come up with. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it is a story, packed into 80 words, and I kind of like the ambiguous ending. In case you didn't catch the ambiguity, did they leave his belt by mistake, or were they sending him a message? I'll keep my own thoughts to myself...