Mistaken Identity (Revised version)

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This is a better and complete version of the flash fiction I made here. It's a short story I submitted for a competition hosted here.

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“I was in front of my house enjoying the night breeze when I heard a gunshot.”

Johnson watched the third witness narrate the scene exactly as it was, but the part where he pointed at him as the shooter annoyed him. The first two witnesses only described what and who they saw; how chubby the shooter is and what he wore. It fitted his description but he still believed he will be acquitted. All he wanted was to take the stand. He’s done all sort of terrible things but he won’t go down for a crime he didn’t commit. The real shooter has something he doesn’t have, a big scar at the back of his neck. He was going to say that, but the lawyer representing the state didn’t give him the chance.

“Why were you with two guns on the night of the murder?”

“I didn’t kill whoever you thought I killed. Why not compare the bullet in my guns with the one in the dead man’s head?”

“How did you know he was shot in the head?”

He was on his was to kill someone that night when he heard the gunshot. The fat man that did it ran past him but he was only able to see his back view. He saw him enter a nice ride and zoomed off. He wished he didn’t went to where the deed was done to confirm. The judge rose after he gave his verdict, and when he made to leave, Johnson saw his back view; the same scar he saw on the fat’s man neck was on the judge’s, too.

“He killed him!” he shouted.

Everyone in the court room stared at him like he’s gone mad. He kept repeating the statement until he got to prison.

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Watch out for the complete story. Take this as a prologue.

_{@afolwalex writes}