Have you ever had those moments in life when you want to hit the rewind button and take back what just happened? This story recounts the dreadful unfolding of such a moment in the life of our hapless protagonist.
I entered “I Am Not A Crook” in a short story competition where it placed and earned me a cash prize and publication at Short Fiction Break.
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We could have turned back, called it a lark, burned our masks and gloves and returned to life as usual. We could have gone back to the swamp-scented collection of rusted-out husks grandly referred to as Wilkes’ Trailer Park, walked past the landscaping of weed-filled flowerbeds flanked by nine shades of dog turd and mounted the cement-block steps of home sweet home. Pluto, to the decrepit Airfloat Navigator that looked l
