Levi was desperately poor, living off the grid in the wilds of Appalachia. Some days, he didn’t eat, the hunting was so poor.
He was quite surprised when he found a serial killer in his wild boar trap.
He took a picture with an old Polaroid. Then he sent smoke signals to his neighbor 25 miles away, the one with a phone, and got to work.
The FBI arrived a week later, anxious to capture Harry the Heart-Eater. Unfortunately, he was gone.
A frustrated Agent Fredericks said, “What was he like?”
“Not bad,” said Levi. “Especially with ketchup and mustard.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/07/11/13-july-2018/