All For The Song Of...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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All For The Song Of...

D.I. Declan Byrne watched through the one way window. Even without the sound he could tell that his partner’s bad cop threatening manner was getting nowhere. The accused, a young woman in her early twenties, seemed to have blocked her questioner completely from existence.

The police officer towered over her as she sat in the chair, staring off into space. This was a move that made even the most hardiest of criminals flinch back in their chairs, but not her. It could only be a matter of minutes before his partner would lose control and get physical. It was time, Declan thought, to intervene.

Opening the door, he stepped into the room, placing a hand on his partner’s arm. The police officer spun around, the aggression already built up and wanting an outlet, until he saw who it was.

Go and take a break,” Declan said. “I’ll take over here for a while.”

She’s a silent one. Can’t see the point when we caught her red-handed.”

Let me try and get her to talk. You go and grab yourself a coffee and then some fresh air, okay.” D.I. Byrne stood and waited for his partner to leave the room before he approached the table. He spoke into the microphone, making sure that the entrance and exit was properly recorded before he turned to the woman.

So, are you going to tell me your name?”

The woman stared over his shoulder. She looked as though her mind was somewhere else rather than inside the interview room.

It’s only a formality, you know. We’ve already got your identity. It would just be nice to hear it from yourself.” Declan kept his tone soft but firm.

So you’re the good cop, I take it,” she said, breaking her silence at last. “Kathleen... My name is Kathleen O’Brien.”

Right. That’s better. Will you talk to me? Tell me what made you do it?”

Kathleen frowned, stayed silent for a moment before she answered. “No one was meant to get hurt.”

But they did, didn’t they. Ten people died and another four are in intensive care. They may or may not become added to the list of the deceased, and you were responsible for those deaths.”

They weren’t supposed to be there. It’s a lock-down, remember, all the bars are meant to be closed.”

So you never intended to kill anyone, but you still intentionally committed arson, which on its own is a criminal offence.” Gradually Declan’s voice had hardened, but he was still careful to keep any traces of aggression from it.

Look; it was dark. I didn’t know that there were people inside drinking. I just wanted to hear the song.”

Declan said nothing. Was this an attempt to go for an insanity plea? Or maybe she was genuinely disturbed and he should get an evaluation before continuing with the interview? He waited as he debated this inside his mind.

What song is that?” he finally asked.

She stared straight into his eyes. “I’d have thought that was obvious.”

Not to an old man like me. I’m not really familiar with the songs that are popular these days.”

Kathleen’s mouth turned up in a slight smile. “You’d know this one.”

Declan couldn’t stop himself from mentally running through possibilities, but he knew better than to make any suggestions out loud. It would be jumped on as police trying to lead an accused. “No, I don’t have any idea. Sorry, but you are going to have to tell me.”

It’s a famous song. Or at least a famous type of song,” she said, before Kathleen decided to put him out of his misery. “I wanted to hear the song of the sirens. And, boy, there were plenty of them.”

 


Submitted: January 29, 2021

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Mike S.

A fine songy tale, Hull

Fri, January 29th, 2021 7:34pm

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Haha. Thank you, Mike.

Sat, January 30th, 2021 6:55am

Joe Stuart

You recently said that I am hard to surprise, Hully, but you surprised me with this one--in an enjoyable way. How sweetly innocent. She just wanted to hear the sound of the sirens.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 9:28pm

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This was written for a prompt about a siren song, and I knew exactly what it meant - just wanted to use it a bit differently. Thanks so much for reading.

Sat, January 30th, 2021 6:53am

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