Flash-Fiction: Toby Milton

Toby Milton climbed the corporate ladder only to find himself quickly sliding down, due to his over zealous enthusiasm to do whatever was necessary to get the job done, and make his Fortune 500 company boss proud of him.  However, today, he finds himself standing in the middle of a line up at the police station.

“Mr. Feinster, what’s going to happen to us next?  I don’t want to go to jail.  I can’t go to jail, because mommy wouldn’t be able to brag about me to her ladies society at church.  If I end up going to jail, I’ll be a washed up has been,” Toby Milton cried as he slobbered his tears all over Mr. Feinster’s shoulder, getting the suit coat sleeve full of his indignity.

“Will you get off of me, Toby?”  Mr. Feinster muttered with clenched teeth, shrugging his left shoulder in the hopes of getting Toby Milton off of him.

“But what am I going to do?  Mommy will be horrified if I go to jail.  I’ll be nothing but a loser in her eyes, and a disgrace,” Toby Milton continued to blubber, rubbing his wet face all over Mr. Feinster’s sleeve.

“Number Two, come forward.  The rest of you can go,” said the officer over the intercom.

Toby Milton was identified as the assailant accused of fleecing 30 clients out of tens of thousands of dollars.  However, he was just a little fish who swam with the big fish covered by their own money.  They used Toby Milton as their scapegoat.

Upon exiting the line up, he was booked and taken to his jail cell, waiting for his attorney to arrive.

© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015

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