15 Minute Story #6: One Less Body

One Less Body 6

Too tell you the truth, it’s a bit embarrassing after the third hour. The cops had me dead to rights. They had enough evidence with the bodies they’d found to make sure that I’d never breathe another breath outside of police custody or a prison cell and I’d likely see death row. This is pretty much how the story of every serial killer ends. You get too sloppy or lazy or maybe just unlucky and that’s that.

Me? I was unlucky. Victim number nineteen was on her way to a nice improper burial stashed in trunk of my Mazda when some drunk runs a red light and center punches me. I’m knocked out and break a leg and when I wake up still in the car, a smiling officer says to me, “Sir, do you know you’ve got a dead girl in your trunk?”

So fast forward through a short hospital visit, a dozen or so court appearances, and more conversations with cops than I’ve had with my wife. It’s almost a year later. My lawyer tells me they’ll take the death penalty off the table if I’m willing to tell them where I buried the six bodies they haven’t found. (Early on, I’d accidentally mentioned that the girl in the trunk was number nineteen.)

I figure I’d rather live out my days in prison than waiting to get killed so I agree. And now we’re out here. You ever notice how most forests look all the same? I mean really. It’s just trees and dirt and bushes and hills. How the hell is anyone supposed to find anything in a goddamn forest?

I guess I was supposed to keep track or something in case something like this happened, but I’ve never been known as the meticulous sort. And besides, it was months ago. This is pointless.

Suddenly, one of the dogs sniffs something. I’ve never been happier to be around a police dog. About 45 minutes later. They’ve dug her up. But it’s a redhead. I’ve never done a redhead. I confess to it anyway. I figure that means now we only have to find five.

Words by Jack Cameron
Illustration by Ossaín Ávila Cárdenas

About 15 Minute Stories
It’s good for writers to write every day, but it’s easy for life to get in the way of that. One solution I read about recently was to write a 15 minute piece of short fiction every single day for a month. You may not have time to doNaNoWriMoevery month, but if you like writing, you can always find 15 minutes.

So for the month of January, I’ll be writing and posting pieces of very short fiction that I took 15 minutes to write. I’ve asked that my friend, Ossaín Ávila Cárdenas join me by taking 15 minutes to draw an accompanying image for each story.  Ossaín is one of the owners of a local zine shop in Tacoma calledThe Nearsighted Narwhal


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