This is a story for Sunday Photo Fiction, https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/08/13/sunday-photo-fiction-august-13th-2017/ . It was prompted by the photo below:
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Grandpa Told Me So
Grandad fancied himself as a sage. When I joined the force he said, “Bend rules, but don’t get caught”. He wouldn’t have disapproved when I failed to declare an interest before setting off to interview a convicted burglar.
It started ok. Sixteen more crimes admitted. When I asked about the victims’ belongings, though, Evans laughed, “Gotta protect my fence.”
“You remember a Tardis money box?”
“Blue thing? Rubbish inside – a big old coin.”
“A 1920 penny?”
“And two medals?”
When Grandad had left me his medals and the coin from his year of birth, his note said, “Look after these. There’s sod-all else”.
I got Evans to sign the paperwork.
On my way out a voice took me by surprise.
It was years since Vince was sent down for cutting up a paedophile.
“You still in?” I asked.
“Nothing out there for me. If parole comes up, I’ll lose my temper with one of the young halfwits. Like that Evans kid – I heard he got caught on prints?”
“His girlfriend grassed him … he got too interested in her little girl.”
I smiled at Grandad’s best advice, “There’s many ways to skin a cat.”
This is my first story for a while, as I’ve been busy catching up with DIY jobs. I had to write something for this prompt, though – shortly before I saw the photo, I’d visited a salvage yard and spotted a Tardis money box in the bric-a-brac room. It had to be a sign, didn’t it? I’m beginning to worry about my obsession with revenge though.