The Sinner
I know perps always return to the scene of the crime. So why am I going back, knowing I could be seen? The anniversary is approaching. It’s busy with gill nets in certain seasons; this isn’t one of them. Only drunk and homeless frequent its cold shelter now, and they never talk.
I grunt as I heave the boulder aside.
Crayfish blast away. All that is left of her is bones and skin. I kneel in the rancid mud and pray over my transgressions. Over ending a beautiful life and then hiding my shame. One lake sturgeon closer to species extinction.
[101 words]
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Oh that was a surprise ending! I liked the atmospherics of this
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Thanks much, Neil :)
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Yikes! Freaky stuff, Li! Cool story!
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Thanks, Nancy!
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All lives are valuable. (K)
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<3
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brilliant write Lisa – great twist – I had a look at the Lake sturgeon nearing extinction – like so many other species 😕
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Ange, thank you so much. Thanks for taking a look at their situation. I also read that in the US they are taking them off of the list. Really burns me up to know that. Some faceless committee decides who lives and who dies.
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Great story, great twist, Li!! 💓
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Thank you, Cindy :)
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Oh darn.
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Fish are people too!
Nice one, Li
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Thanks, C.E.
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Oh my, that’s good, Lisa!
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Thank you, Keith. I just read an openly-admitted-to-be-AI comment that suggested an edit. :::smh:::
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i suppose one has to die so that another can live.
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True, Plaridel, just not them. I can think of many others though who could fill the quota.
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