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$100 Challenge of the Month XXIII
The last one was meant for our senior partners who are writing a film. It was buffered in the wrong queue. Apologies. In lieu of this, write a story about having to retract a post you made on social media while altered, be it whiskey or a sleeping aid. The whole world has seen it, and is shocked and appalled by it, and you don't even remember posting it. 500-word + 100-entry minimums. $100 purse to the most riveting entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners and spotlighted.
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CHECKMATE~

‘’By the time you read this I will be already over the country border and you won’t be able to track me down. The person in charge of the farming department would have lost not only his head, but also his two pet goldfish which I quickly made into tiny chunks with my swords.

‘’He thought he was clever. Locking the supplies we needed in his own warehouse. Can you believe it? I just had to get to the supplies and make sure they were delivered to the right folks, the farmers.

‘’You may be wondering— why did I do it? The guy had not provided the necessary supplies to us farmers. I had to take matters into my own hands, well, because I knew if the farmers association tried to get to it- then by the time the supplies would have been handed to us (farmers) the right planting season mark would have already passed. It would have been too late by then!

‘’Ah, some of the farmers may not want to use the supplies after knowing that it is from the home of the one who was murdered. Don’t worry about the dude already. He is in a better place. I hope. At least I was able to help him move on to a place where he can rest for all eternity.

‘’I would readily and swiftly do it again! That’s right, I am not going to say sorry to his family, not even to the rest of his buddies in the farming department.

‘‘To my fellow dear farmers, I hope you put all the supplies to good use. I wish you a wonderful & bountiful harvest season!’’

The local town officer squinted his eyes after he had read my late night post back to me. He slammed the paper onto the wooden table. I looked at it and then back at him.

Me: ‘‘I....that was not me...someone must have hacked my account..’’

He scoffed and spat in my face. His partner watched from the corner of the investigation room.

I shook my head and tried to wipe the spit off my face. But the handcuffs were too tight around my wrists. I could not even touch my chin.

Me: ‘‘Hey, I am telling you— I did not write that post!’’

The police officer slapped me, not once, but twice. First one landed on my left cheek. The other on my right came without a break.

I felt tears begin streaming down my face. This was not how I thought the new year had for me.

After a little while, the officers left the investigation room. I sniffed and sighed. Did I really write that post?

I tried to remember if I really did write that post. Soon it hit me. I did, and had actually did my best to remove it from the site- Mbaula. I thought it was deleted from my wall.

Oh, I guess maybe someone had saved it to their own account and now the post was brought back to my attention. One that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I must have had too much to drink. Uh, what a mess!

I can not even pin this post on my twin. She does not have a Pingo account. If I made a joint account with her name, the officers would think I was trying to pin it on her. I am doomed!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=shv3V37wNXE

#CHECKMATE~ ©

6th Jan., 2021

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