Not Above The Law. Flash Fiction. A Dedication to Frank Atanacio.


He just knew he had to hurt them; to make them suffer like Maria did. She was just sixteen years old and lying on a hospital bed, fighting for her life. They were cold, brutal, forceful and sadistic, those two men! They had abused her; beaten her up real bad and left her for dead.

For what? She was coming home from school, they had approached her for money, for other things not any parent child should hear. She had rightly refused, quickened her steps for home and they followed her on this dark rain-filled afternoon, battering her with vicious, shameful, physical force.

Silas paced up and down his daughter’s bedside, the rage, anxiety and inner torment beating on his body like hammer-blows; the emotional trauma stabbing him like a knife! She was his only child, and he was as fond of her as any father could be. Perhaps even more, as her mother, his beloved wife, had died giving birth to this sweet little beauty. But that’s another story.


Now all Silas could see was the bruised, battered, swollen face; the dishevelled hair, the contortion of pain on her face she felt especially down below, as she tried to speak beneath the oxygen tubing; the various drips flowing into her battered veins.

It was one week later. The gynaecologist said she’d live, but this was small comfort to Silas. A woman’s face was her charm, her charisma, her allure … they had taken away her dignity, her pride; self-esteem … what was she going to do now? How would they both cope? It could take years of psychological healing … if, she survived all this.

Silas just knew they had to pay; to burn …they had to hurt because it was not their first time; they had to hurt because they abused the law; their power … they had to hurt because of Amy and her mother, who both suffered the same fate. Just marginally luckier, if one can say that there are any comfort in these words.


Silas had seen his daughters tears, heard her screams … her longing to die … he was there when she was placed on ‘suicide watch’, and the emotional energy required to cope was now draining slowly from his exhausted body. He cried like his ‘baby’ did.

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Silas switched on the T.V next morning, making a deliberate attempt to listen to the news. The two policemen responsible had died that night. They were found clumped together in an alley way, not far from the City Centre; not far from the Jolly Pub which they frequently visited. Their heads were smashed in, and their bodies savaged by Pitbulls and numerous slashes of machete marks, which ran like the pool of blood, gleaming a dark sanguine hue around their naked bodies.

According to neighbouring accounts, those two heartless devils had begged for their lives. The Tower clock had just chimed ten and the two hitmen, who onlookers said had done the job, wore masks and simply vanished, like Time, into the silence of the night. Silas was satisfied, but still felt a loneliness in his heart. He returned to bed, more exhausted from grief and sorrow than anything else, and sank into sleep once more.


This time he had a visitation. A voice peered out of the darkness, and he saw a most illumining Light:

"I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live, even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die.” The Bible. John 11:25.

Silas awoke with a start. He was sweating, but this time he felt a strange serenity take hold of him. He was at peace and his thoughts clear. Getting down on his knees next to the bedside, he prayed not only for the recovery, but healing of his daughter Maria.

She came home three weeks later. She had a sweet, composed and elegant smile, and never looked more beautiful.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 28th March, 2016.


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always exploring 11 months ago from Southern Illinois

Manatita, this is chilling and so surreal. It could happen anywhere in the world today. Evil stalks the streets, but thank goodness for the light that Silas saw and was able to forgive the horrible act. The ending was a joy to read, Maria beautiful again. I hope you write the other story about Maria's mother dying giving birth...

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Venkatachari M 11 months ago from Hyderabad, India

Much scary and terrifying. It is happening in real life all over there. You might have heard of the 16th December 2012 incident at Delhi and similar incidents at some other places in India and other countries also. You have made the ending of the story a good luminous one. Very nice story.

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manatita44 11 months ago from london Author

Ha ha ha, Ruby. You make me laugh. Playing with words is also a gift of the writer. I was adding 'Ummph' whatever that means, and since you noticed it, then it worked. Both Frank and Bill do this very well. Still, it's a nice suggestion. No plans yet, though. Much Gratitude.

Venkatachari M, you both feel it's scary. Not my usual style, as you can appreciate. I began with one sentence: 'He just knew that they had to die ...' and with some pretty grim images in mind. But I softened it immensely.

Yes, yes ...real stories. I know of them, yes. As to the finish, I like to think that I do consummate endings to my Flash. He he. Thank you so much!

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MizBejabbers 11 months ago

Manatita, this is a great story, and although it's fiction, it could be based on fact. As a reporter, I heard several stories similar to this, except for the miracle ending, of course, and the culprits weren't cops but criminals who kept flaunting the law.

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manatita44 11 months ago from london Author

Namaste Miz. Happy Easter! You're well?

You're right, of course. Many stories like that and yes, I've heard of those involving police, too. Although not seemingly common nowadays. This is one of those where, like poetry, I have only one sentence in my head, no vision. Then I start, and they come flooding in. Chilly in places, but I actually 'softened it' and I tend to raise the end. Love always conquers, they tell me.

Reporter, eh? Don't remember you mentioning it. Again, I prefer your beautiful face. (Chuckle)

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MsDora 11 months ago from The Caribbean

The expected good read, though from an unexpected genre. You're really talented. Enjoy reading you.

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billybuc 11 months ago from Olympia, WA

Your alter ego has dished up a frightening story for us all to consume...and the dessert was delightful and a great relief. :) Well done my poetic prose writer.

blessings always Mr. Talent!

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manatita44 11 months ago from london Author

Thank you, Mrs Dee. I do Science Fiction also, but maybe I'll return to Haiku next. Don't recall wishing you blessings for Easter. Hope it's not too late. Enjoy as best you can a Happy Easter. Spring will soon be here. Love to mom.

Yes, Bill. I liked the dessert more. Cute, eh? Thank you so much!!

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Frank Atanacio 11 months ago from Shelton

Manatita first Happy belated Easter.. secondly I don't know who this Frank Atanacio is.. but I bet he is proud this flash masterpiece was dedicated to him... bless you bro :)

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manatita44 11 months ago from london Author

Ha ha. Well, it's to him all right. Only for the Master, Bro, Mr Flash Himself. So glad you came! Thank you so much for the inspirations. Much Love.

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swalia 11 months ago

A chilling story with a beautiful message at the end! I have often wondered if it's wrong to seek vengeance from such cold-blooded murderers. Are human rights only for the criminals...What about the rights of those who were victimized, raped or killed?

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Missy Smith 10 months ago from Florida

This is a very fitting dedication to Frank, Manatita. I like how you wrote something dedicated to him in his similar style. Similar style with a bit of Manatita style at the end. The spirit who came to bring a peace. This was great to read. It was very interesting. I really liked it, as I'm sure Frank did as well. :)

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manatita44 10 months ago from london Author

Yes, yes, my Shaloo. A big one in India, I know. Fathers or mothers are very close, have great bonding, and will deal with this as they see fit. There is the moral law, and then there is the spiritual law. Sometimes they coincide and sometimes they don't.

If I caught someone trying to hurt my own, I would intervene. If the act was already done, then to seek them out with the intention to punish may disturb the Soul. Spiritual Law can be very deep, however, as in the Mahabharata, and motive or purity of intent is crucial. Thank you for your kind and compassionate response.

Missy I thank you for your loving comment and great observations. Yes, Frank is the Master, and yes, this was deliberately chosen for him. Again, as you have observed, I tried to lift it; to make it lighter. I even changed some words. By nature, I'm the softer sort, a little weepy ... ha ha.

Thank you so much!

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aviannovice 10 months ago from Stillwater, OK

Might doesn't make right for sure, but those that are innocent will forget their sad times and be exhalted. A wonderful job on literature that could be anyone's fear.

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manatita44 10 months ago from london Author

Deb I thank you. You're busy. I have not seen anything from you lately. Give us one of your usually brilliant Hubs or poems. Much Love.

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vkwok 10 months ago from Hawaii

This was a beautiful story, Manatita. I'm glad I finally found the time to read this. Although sadly, such a thing as the former part of the story is more than possible in reality.

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manatita44 10 months ago from london Author

Yes, yes, my Dear Friend. Happens. I have softened it for public performances, and instead of police I now say thugs. Still, there are countries where this happens.

I saw a story-teller poet on the internet very recently. She is incredibly popular, and yet as far as I can see, all her poems are about conscience. But she uses her body and voice exceptionally well. So Happy to see you. My loving wishes, as always. Hari Om!

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bravewarrior 9 months ago from Central Florida

Just goes to show you what the power of prayer, faith, and personal will can do. We can overcome anything with the right tools.

Nice story, Manatita!

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manatita44 9 months ago from london Author

Thank you, my Sweet. Catching up? Less work? I am not writing right now, just answering my Hubs. All Gratitude.

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bravewarrior 9 months ago from Central Florida

I'm trying to catch up. Yeah, I'm kinda playing the waiting game at work today. Can't move forward until approvals come my way. I'm finally up to March 31st (it's now May 11th). Seriously, I don't think I'll ever be current in my reading again!

manatita44 9 months ago

Well, I have stopped for about five weeks now. Too much happening. Hope the jobs ok for you. Much Love.

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bravewarrior 9 months ago from Central Florida

You may have, but everyone else I follow hasn't! Job's great. Just feast or famine with how busy I am. That drives me nuts.

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manatita44 9 months ago from london Author

And cashews? ha ha. Keep smiling, Shauna. Still, I empathise. I sense what you mean. Have a great evening

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