"Time To Write" drabbles by Richard Charles Davidson

Perfect Crime

Time To Write #1

He’d dabbled in fiction. Wrote numerous short stories. Half novels. Story ideas. Tampered in dreams, followed threads of voices of characters in his head. Voices of life, cacophony of humanity clamoring to get out, have their stories told.

But daily life kept them trapped. His daily life. Children. Wife. Society’s demands. He’d met most of those demands head on, scrimping time away, time to write. But never finished.

Until one day he’d finally finished something.
And the time presented itself.

He looked out from behind scruffy brows, haunted eyes.
Prison guard handed him his 8X10 writing pad. A pencil.
Wrote.