Friday Firesmith – The Sins of Vicky White

Retirement was a scary thing for me. Odd thing was this: Every man I spoke to about retirement was a little frightened about walking away, but the women I spoke with were usually more enthused about it. All men had were hobbies, and chores, they usually didn’t have a life outside the job. Women already did. Work, their careers, their dedication to a paycheck and being told what to do, wasn’t as strong or as personal as that feeling was with men.

Alcohol, suicide, heart attacks, and going back to work was what men did. My first project manager killed himself. I wasn’t going to. I had a plan long before my sentence was up; I started writing more.

I went back to work for a year, but then when I realized that life was not only short, but getting shorter every day, the time had come to walk away, and never look back again.

Vicky White knew she wasn’t going to retire, yet she turned in her paperwork. I think that will be the only real clue we ever have. White went on a last adventure, to taste a life outside the only one she ever really knew, and in doing so, Vicky White also knew there could only be one ending for her. At fifty-six years old, going to prison would mean ten years for helping her lover escape, if she was lucky. Quite possibly, White could have been sentenced to more than ten years, and at the end of that sentence, she would have nothing. But what would she have anyway? This is how most men look at life without work, you know.

She had to know her life on the run would be short, frantic, dangerous, and filled with fear. She had to know everyone in America would be looking for her, every motel clerk, every gas station with cameras on every pump, every pizza delivery guy, every stranger on the street and every security camera everywhere, twenty-four hours a day, would have an eye open for Vicky White.

Yet she chose this life, after months of planning, and she chose her retirement date as the launching day. This was never going to end any other way than with her death, and she knew it.

Vicky White flung herself off a very high place, and it took eleven days for her to slam into the bottom.

Eleven days. That’s what Vicky White got for her retirement, an eleven-day run with a dangerous man, knowing each day might be her last. Eleven days.

It is a sad day when a woman whose career was called “exemplary” would rather be dead than live on after work had ended.

I’m not asking you to pity this woman, or forgive her for releasing a murderer back into the wild. I’m asking that you look at her life, her career, and understand why she did this, so it won’t ever happen to you.

Take Care,


Mike writes regularly at his site:  The Hickory Head Hermit.

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13 thoughts on “Friday Firesmith – The Sins of Vicky White”

    • I agree Barry, 100%. Vicky knew what she was doing was, in more ways than one, suicide. They were never going to live happily ever after. They were never going to make it to some country where they were safe. They were never going to find a cabin by a lake stay hidden. He was going to keep her alive as long as she was useful, and never a moment longer. She knew that, too.

    • Also, you’re assuming suicide in something more voluntary than it actually is. Mental illness drives most of it. In this case, it’s easy to say she took the easy way out, but her mental state of mind was clearly impaired. I’m not sure what she would have gotten after 17 years as a corrections officer, but I’m pretty sure it was so little as to be depressing.

  1. Foolish is the way I see it. Why work your entire life and then squander your retirement away for some one who couldn’t care less about your well being? Some one to whom you are a means to an end. I don’t have huge plans for my retirement, however, I don’t intend to help someone behind bars escape, unless they are canine or feline.

    • Chick, most people will never put themselves in a position to be seduced by someone behind bars, but then again, most people would never get a job in corrections. Was it love and nothing else? I doubt it. But then again, love operates on its own. I would be careful it I were you. Those dogs behind bars will steal your heart.

  2. To turn in her paperwork is the proper way to end an exemplary career. She knew her change of lifestyle would rule out law enforcement, at least with a paycheck, in the future. But was she afraid of retirement? Was she afraid of being an old maid? Was she afraid of being alone? We’ll never know.
    We do know she met a silver tongued devil who offered her a whole new life that promised to be as exciting as a romance novel. Turns out the silver tongued devil was a liar and a conjurer too.

    I couldn’t wait to retire and celebrate by savaging my alarm clock.

  3. She looked at her future as a retiree with nothing interesting going on and decided to “go out in a blaze of glory” as Jon Bon Jovi said, and get her 15 minutes of fame.


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