“It was instinct. I just let go of them.”
That was what I said when people start screaming and my boss grabbed me, asking “What the Hell happened? What did you do?”
It was what I told Animal Control when they started yelling at me.
It also forms the core of my legal defense. I have decided to represent myself, since nobody else is quite as capable of understanding the sheer, instinctive fear I felt in that moment.
Am I legally responsible for the three deaths and twelve hospitalizations? I don’t think so. I just did what anybody would have done in that situation.
Technically, yes, I was in charge of the alligators. Or crocodiles. I can never tell them apart.
Yes, I had… exaggerated the extent of my experience with animals to get the job.
But the way they growled… I think anyone could be forgiven for dropping the leashes and all his equipment, forgetting he’d left the habitat door open, and running for his life while crying like a little girl.
Your honor, the defense rests.
Word Count: 169
This is for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Thanks to rogershipp for running the challenge!