This week’s flash fiction for Wednesday Briefs is semi-historical fiction, semi-Hamilton fan fiction. I doubt Lin-Manuel Miranda will read this one, but the Hamilton references are pretty clear.
Weehawken, Take Two. Prompts used: “Don’t you know there is no justice?”; “Forget it, this was a mistake.”
Aaron Burr’s shot misses. Not by much—it grazes Alexander Hamilton’s shoulder enough to leave a streak of burnt fabric in what had once been the man’s third-best jacket. The heat of it can be felt in the skin below the sleeve. For a moment, Hamilton stares dumbly at the spot on his body where Burr’s bullet strayed from its intended target. His arm hangs in the air, gun raised to the sky, wavering in the New Jersey breeze that carries the promise of the oncoming dawn.
The moment passes, and Burr is in his face, looking at the immigrant with a mixture of shock and concern.