This week’s flash fiction challenge for Chuck Wendig’s blog was to write a story that used one or more quotes from his 5 year old son. The list of possible quotes was:
“Can I put goggles on the dog?”
“There is a three-headed flying werewolf in that tree.”
“I can cut down a thousand trees with my teeth.”
“I will defeat it with Kitten Magic.”
“I will slice you into beef!”
“I can still see without a face.”
“You guys don’t make good choices.”
“They said it was a legend, but I know it’s real.”
“I’m gonna ride you like a turkey.”
“I am queen of the goats.”
I was unable to choose one to work with so I went for broke and put them all in the story. . . exactly 1000 words total. I now need to go take some Xanax and meditate and have some quiet me time. . . .hope you enjoy it.
“Docket number MCH001287539C, the state versus Thelma Addison.” The court clerk chimed in a monotone voice. “Preliminary mental competency hearing related to docket number MCV0023872623 and ordered by the criminal courts, Judge Lewis presiding.” He finished and seated himself and made busy shuffling papers.
Judge Mathis scowled. He hated when the criminal court judges pawned their looney toons off on him. Like they were too busy to handle their own dirty work and he had nothing but time on his docket listing. He furrowed his brow and looked over the documentation. Having given the reports a cursory glance he was ready to start.
“Ok Miss Addison,“ he began.
“Am not!” Shrieked the woman.
The judge looked up, confused. “You are not Mrs. Addison?”
“Yes, your honor, she is. . .” her defense counsel began but she cut him off.
“Am Not!” She shrieked again.
“Yes sir, she. . .” The lawyer tried to over talk her to shut her up.
“Am not! Liar! I am queen of the goats!” She shrieked.
The judge lowered his head in resignation. It was going to be ‘one of those’ days. “The court urges counsel to get control of their client and. . .” The judge was cut short.
“You can’t silence me by wearing a dress! I speak the truth. I speak the truth even when you are wiggling!” The woman shrieked and broke into a cackling laugh.
The judge, the clerk and the defense all bowed their head. Collectively they all, simultaneously and without prior communication, resigned themselves to their fate in dealing with this case.
“Miss Addison!” The judge said in a loud and stern tone. “You will be quiet long enough for these proceedings to be conducted or you will force me to make a summary judgement based on your inability to conduct yourself accordingly. Am I clear?” His eyes were burning with anger. He hated the looney toon cast off days. He wished he could send some back to the all-important Judge Lewis. Maybe he could criminalize cases of dogs crapping on the neighbors grass and send him those. Those would be good pay back.
“Yes your honor.” Thelma said in a small voice that was so calm, everyone was immediately set on edge and suspicious.
Taking advantage of the lucidity the judge continued. “Mrs. Addison, you had a recent run in with a . . .” He scanned the document for the name, “Officer Bowersox and according to the report, assaulted both the officer and his K9 unit Rex.”
The defense counsel tried to speak but Thelma was faster. “No, it is not correct. I acted only in self-defense and defense of the dog.”
The judge gritted his teeth.
“The dog was wincing and I was trying to protect its eyes from the sun and I asked the officer first.” She excitedly explained.
“Asked the officer what?” The judge asked grudgingly, scanning the document.
Thelma looked at her lawyer and he nodded and shrugged, not much else to do but let her go now.
“I asked the officer, ‘Sir, your dog is under cosmic solar attack. Can I put goggles on the dog?” Thelma explained. “And then the officer started yelling and there were colors in the air.” She further explained calmly as though what she was saying would clear up any misconceptions about the incident.
“Colors? Cosmic so. . . .ok.” The judge took a deep breath. “Let me get this straight, you were trying to protect the dog from the sun?” The judge asked, hating his job more and more with each question.
“Yes!” Thelma said with great enthusiasm, he got it! “Yes, someone had to do it!”
I hate my job, I hate my job. The judge chanted in his head. Then, the mantra having calmed him, continued out loud, “Don’t you think that perhaps the police officer could decide on what is best for. . .”
“You guys don’t make good choices.” Thelma snapped.
The judge paused and reflected on the choices in life that had brought him to this point and sighed. “I see.”
“They said it was legend, but I know it’s real!” She said excitedly.
“What is legend?” The judge asked, feeling his control of the court room slowly eroding and finding it hard to actually give a shit about it.
“The cosmic solar war beams!” Thelma shrieked.
“Ok, that’s it!” The judge finally lost all patience with the proceedings.
“There is a three-headed flying werewolf in that tree but I can cut down a thousand trees with my teeth! I told them that! I told them I would keep them safe if they just would stop melting!” Thelma shrieked and began to flail her hands around in wild gestures.
“Bailiff, remove the defendant, I hereby remand you to. . .”
“I will ride you like a turkey!” She shrieked over the judge’s voice.
“The county mental health facility for a 72 hour hold pending a full. . .”
“I will slice you like beef and make you into bacon!” She yelped as the bailiff took hold of her arms from behind.
“Psychiatric . . . bacon is pork. You can’t make bacon from slicing someone into bee. . . never mind. . .Evaluation and review.” The judge was cussing in his mind at being caught up with her ravings.
“Hide me away to keep me from seeing but ha! I can still see without a face! I see you. I will beat you with kitten magic! Meow!” She tried to make clawing motions towards the judge but the bailiff held her fast as a second bailiff struggled to put hand cuffs on her.
“Hold on!” The judge called out and the bailiffs stopped. Even Thelma ceased her struggling. “Upon further reflection, take her to Judge Lewis’ courtroom, I am finding her competent to stand trial. She’s all his from here. Let’s take fifteen..” The judge got up and walked from the courtroom without waiting for the clerk to announce anything.