Not My Fault

Written for the Flash Fiction contest at Terribleminds.

Not my fault. That’s what I told the teacher. We’d only been joshing him.

Not my fault. That’s what I told the ambulance crew. Just a game. Every day we tried to push him further. Cry harder.

Not my fault. That’s what I told the police. The judge. Dan’s parents, statues in the courtroom.

He hadn’t even thrashed. Just given up. Stubborn jerk—if he’d struggled, I could have let him up. A reaction was all I wanted.

Not my fault. That’s what I told myself, when his bloated face floated in the darkness of the cell. Not my fault.




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