Timothy’s Judgement Day

Credit: Alastair Forbes

Timothy stood in front of the judge. The judge wore a long white wig and was slowly flipping through Timothy’s file. Timothy gulped as the judge shut the file and banged the gavel on his wooden desk.

“Court is in session. All rise.” The jury sat on either sides of the judge stood up. They all donned white wigs as well. “Today we have gathered here to witness the judgement day of Timothy Jones who was killed by crossing the road in front of a speeding car.” 

He leaned forward at Timothy. “So what’s it going to be, Timothy? Heaven or Hell?” 

Without thinking, Timothy answered. “Oh, I prefer heaven. Definitely heaven.”

The judge opened his file again. “Oh but it says here you like to throw rocks at people’s windows. You even smashed and shattered several of your neighbors’ windows.” He shook his head slowly. “I’m afraid I cannot send you to heaven.” 

Timothy instantly broke down on his knees. “Please don’t send me to hell. I’d do anything. Just not hell, please.” He begged. 

The judge glanced at the jury on either side who nodded and shook their heads. He turned back to Timothy. “All right, I am going to sentence you to one more chance at life but as rocks so you will know what it’s like to be thrown through windows.”

Suddenly, Tim felt himself shrink and split. Before he knew it, he could only see out of one eye and could feel his mouth next to him. He screamed. “No!” 

In the dark, Timothy shot up in his bed, touched his face, and exhaled a breath of relief. He was alive and human. Then he promised himself, from that day on, he will be a good boy and never ever throw rocks at people’s windows for fun.

This story was originally published on August 3, 2014.

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction, a flash fiction challenge hosted by the blog A Mixed Bag where we are given a photo prompt and must write a piece of 200 words or less. Each prompt is provided on Sunday.

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