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A Dominate Fury

Updated on March 16, 2015

It has been 32 days since Detective Laura Kimber’s partner was shot down at the corner of Lee Avenue and State Street, and for those days Kimber found herself walking around with a dark cloud and the weight of the Bridgeport Police Department on her back. The struggle itself has been mocked and the unconditional surrender to move on pressed hard one day to the next.

It was a drug deal that went wrong and the shooter was only a fifteen year old street thug named High Tops. When they came upon him he was wearing a stained New York Knicks sweatshirt and blue denims and it appeared that he just emerged from the clutter of humanity right there on the corner of the street, asking permission to empty out his back pocket. He was granted permission from Detective Eric Brown and that was his big mistake. After shooting two rounds into the detective he dropped the gun and held his hands up into the air in a surrendering motion. He was hauled off to jail with a big smile on his face. For the detectives inside the Congress Street Police Station, contempt and even rage were only natural emotions. However, for Laura Kimber, it was the battle going on inside her head. She was completely lost in a dominate fury.

She was carrying that dread on her mind for weeks, wondering if there was something she could have done. Anything. The voices of reason, and unreason in her head kept spiraling out of control.

They would trust the youths of this city believing that they would not only respect the laws, but the elders as well. High Tops was brought to the lock up that morning with so many others of the city’s troubled youths and he’d be lost in the sweltering mass of the holding cell. Kimber remembered standing by the doorway as if it were the other end of a long tunnel to hell.

She’d watched the rival gangs arguing drawing a great deal of curiosity and interest from the cell guards, the sound of an angry police escort on the other hand, was more than enough to frighten a good amount of the gang-bangers. Sadly, the only one who was not intimidated was High Tops. He watched the entire confrontation unfold with little interest, and he never took his eyes off Laura Kimber. The police escort, in the meantime, was desperately trying to keep a lid on things.

Kimber stepped back, her eyes blazing, and her mind racing. The action she wanted to take would have been so devastating that the entire Police Station might never recover from it. She closed her eyes and suddenly had a vision of High Tops being hurled to the floor, and she was standing over him empting her revolver into him.

That was 32 days ago and it was still fresh on her mind. She stood in front of the same cell and there was dead silence. There wasn’t a soul being held today.

“You got to let it go,” the voice of reason whispered in her head.

“Try to get him killed while he’s doing time,” the voice of unreason added.

Those voices kept attacking her like seagulls at a McDonald’s parking lot during the lunch hours. She didn’t know which way to go, and she felt compelled to try to do something, even if it was as trivial as harassment. She wanted High Tops to know that he wasn’t going to get away with it. Those three meals a day and a bunk for the nights had to have come with a price.

She kept thinking about how the system was going to teach High Tops a trade and help him get his GED. Make him a productive member of society while Eric Brown’s body lay wasting away with time, and his family struggling to regroup.

The voices kept clawing at her only adding fuel to that dominate rage and she just had to get away from it.

“Enough!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the conflicting chatter from the inside of her head. Then there was an odd silence. Someone had placed a restraining hand on her shoulder, and Kimber was grateful for that.

“We’re not making much progress in these sessions Detective Kimber,” said the doctor. “But give me a little more time and we’ll help you through this.”

“Next week, same time?”

“Laura, I’d like to see you three times a week,” the doctor replied.

Kimber nodded.






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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      winged again thank you for your consistency in your comments bless you

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      William Thomas 3 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Interesting direction you took here, Frank. What if you pushed that internal struggle further? It could be WWE time in Detective Kimber's psyche: a battle royal of all of the "personified," conflicting emotions. But once again, as I say, you have derived a story from where most of us wouldn't have seen one.

      Nice job!

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Acee :)

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      Evelia Veronica Rivera 3 years ago from Bridgeport, CT

      great character for your series

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Pegcole :)

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      Peg Cole 3 years ago from Dallas, Texas

      Captivating and engaging, this story grips the reader with feelings of compassion, anger and empathy. Nicely done, Frank.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      Ariel glad you liked the pic :)

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      Evelia Veronica Rivera 3 years ago from Bridgeport, CT

      great pic!

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Uban

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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 3 years ago from Lagos

      wow! interesting as always. Kimber should have strangled life out of that bold-faced dunk, Lol. Well, thanks-to-the-stars she got it off her mind. "Those voices kept attacking her like seagulls at a McDonald’s parking lot during the lunch hours" that was very creative. lovely

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Nadine May for reading ...

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      Nadine May 3 years ago from Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

      Gosh you had me read your whole story, wondering how it was going to end. That was good. You write well. Its was strange for me as the reader to be trapped into Laura's mind, only to be released when her session on the couch was over.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you tsmog for checking out my flash crime

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      Tim Mitchell 3 years ago from Escondido, CA

      Another great read Frank. I so enjoyed your detective stories and hope to read more again. This story demonstrates compassion, both for self and for others. I like that theme running through it. You laced it nicely and it demonstrates to us readers finesse with wordage. Nice!

      tim

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      hey Valley, good to see you my friend and thank you :)

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      Valleypoet 3 years ago

      A damn good read as always Frank...you really put your characters through it!.... but I'm guessing Laura will pull through eventually and star once more in another great story...thanks buddy:-))

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Ruchira

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      Ruchira 3 years ago from United States

      oh poor Laura! I wish her peace

      Once again a riveting read, Frank.

      Sharing it across and voted up as interesting

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Jackie, Always Exploring and Faith for reading my Fury.. and thank you Faith and Jackie again for being loyal.. :) Jodah thanks for commenting hope you have a great week, Phylis and MsDora always good to see you guys :) and Ghaelach thank you for the comment I wasn't going for a twist, just wanted the readers to know that reason won over unreason.. she sought out help :) thanks for noticing Frank

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      Ghaelach 3 years ago

      Morning Frank.

      A nice flash fiction crime story Frank. I didn't get the twist, if that's what you can call it. Laura was in a counselling practice doing a bit of day dreaming, until the doctor put an assuring hand on her shoulder.

      Losing someone is hard, no matter form what walk of life we live and work in.

      Ghaelach

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      Frank, you do get me involved in your stories. Excellent!

      "Someone had placed a restraining hand on her shoulder." I think that was me. Inasmuch as I could justify the voices in her head, I didn't want them to ruin sweet Laura Kimber.

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 3 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      I enjoyed the read, Frank. I have a feeling High Tops will find out what karma is -- slowly....

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      A good write as always Frank. I guess a lot of cops go through similar feelings and need counselling with the horific things they have to deal with, the death of colleagues etc. Laura may be tough but she's no exception. Hopefully High Tops gets what he deserves in prison and it's not too cushy.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Inner turmoil is ripe in these scenarios for sure and she knows she does not want to get down to such a low level and be like they are no doubt, and that thought alone may be just what keeps her from going down that road. The mind is the main battlefield for evil for all of us at times.

      Great writing ... felt so real with your descriptive use of words.

      Up and more and sharing

      Blessings,

      Faith Reaper

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      First i must say, " I love the name High Tops. " Smiling after empting his gun in the police officer, brought him into focus for me. A very good story Frank. I really enjoyed reading it...

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      Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

      Hm, hope she figures out a way to get the little thug is my first thought. Sometimes I wonder about me. ^

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      tobusiness thank you for your visit frank :)

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 3 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Frank, there are times when being human can cause us to lose our humanity, if that makes sense! The Detective was tempted, but she knew she was better than the High Tops of this world ...very real, very emotional. Another excellent read.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      you hit it right on Becky thanks for stopping by ")

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      Becky Katz 3 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Great depiction of what they go through when they lose a partner. They will always wonder if they could have done something different.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      anyway, Flourish, yeah she's not doing too well..LOL Genna thank you for that wonderful comment ( The absence of character in one is reflected in an abundance in another. ) Love that line..:) Audrey good to see you..: and thank you Annart for stopping by :)

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      You manage to portray the emotions strongly here. We are right there in the cells and with this young girl. Great atmosphere! Ann

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      Audrey Howitt 3 years ago from California

      Poor Laura! Just an excellent write Frank! I so enjoyed it!

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      Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Kimber must undergo counseling to help rid herself of those demons…help that punks like High Top needed, but never sought. The absence of character in one is reflected in an abundance in another. The irony in this is beyond measure.

      “Those voices kept attacking her like seagulls at a McDonald’s parking lot during the lunch hours.” Despite the serious tone of this story, I had to smile at this line. This is a perfect description of what we experience along the New England coast. They even land on the engine hoods of cars in parking lots while the car is still moving.

      Excellent story, Frank…today and always.

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      FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

      Old Laura's not doing too well, eh? I enjoyed your riveting tale as always, Frank.