Here are the rest of my notes–faxed per your request. I really can’t do another piece on him. You were right. I walked the line. Thanks for letting Lynn do the piece. And, thanks for being my friend, not just my editor.
His name is Vincent (Vinny) Pellegrinetti. I interviewed him for an article about living on death row. I ended up falling for the guy and I found sufficient evidence to back up his plea of innocence in the alleged murder of his mother, Alice Pellegrinetti. There was a hearing and they went to trial again. This time he was not charged with murder but manslaughter for assisted suicide. He was set free for time served.
I haven’t heard from him since and that was five weeks ago. He shook my hand and thanked me, then gave me a quick hug and walked away. He never looked back. Today I found out, through my grapevine, that the Marines took him back as of two days ago. He’s at Parris Island, S. Carolina, undergoing some training, then he’ll get his old rank back–Gunny Sargent. He was right when he said the Marines never gave up on him. Yeah, they didn’t give up on him how? They didn’t dishonorably discharge him. I didn’t give up on him how? I got him his freedom.
So, what has he been doing up until two days ago? I thought maybe I would get a call from him. Maybe an email or a letter; a thank you card or a postcard at the very least. I feel like a real jerk. I’ve been used and it’s taken until now to feel like killing him. Some journalist I am. What was I thinking? Is he thinking about the woman–the patsy he used to get out of prison? What if I was lied to by all those people who knew him? There is such a thing as conspiracy. He might belong to some secret society and they manufactured the evidence for me to uncover.
The following are from my original notes.
He’s tall. He claims he’s 6′ 6″ (198 cm) but he’s actually 6′ 7″ (200.6 cm) according to his records. Most men exaggerate upwards not down. He’s slender now. It seems he was heavier but prison food and the gym have slimmed him down. His hair is the darkest brown and it tends to curl if it gets too long, so he keeps it short. He has brown eyes and long slender fingers of a pianist, which he is, actually. Because of good behavior he participates in a concert each week.
His mother, Alice, was sure that Vinny killed his brothers. He was in the country where each was killed. She went to Vinny’s Colonel. He was cleared by the Marines. Until the day she died, Vinny’s mother believed he murdered his brothers and nothing would change her mind.
Liz: I’ve changed my mind. I need to look into something. Call you later.
Flash Fiction Challenge #27
Prompt: A journalist writing a story about living on death row begins to fall for one of the inmates she’s interviewing.
Word Count: 500
Thanks to Ms Thain at Thain in Vain for hosting Flash Fiction Challenge