The Cascade
M could not have imagined that a silly decision of jumping the red light
would devastate his life.
If he had just waited for ninety seconds for the light to turn green, he
would not have witnessed the killing near The Cascade. M had seen the face of
the killer; the killer too had seen him. Instinctively, M felt threatened.
It took some courage to go to the police; he had never been to a police
station.
He heard a screeching laugh. It was the killer; he was laughing and hugging
a policeman.
M turned and ran to his car. Heavy
footsteps followed him.
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Word count 104
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.
Wrong place wrong time, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.
ReplyDeleteThat does not bode well, at all.
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DeleteOh no - what a situation to find himself in! Good take on the photo prompt.
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
thanks
DeleteFeel anxious and sorry for the plight of M.
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DeleteM is in serious trouble!
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DeleteThe killer has police in his pocket. Scary story. M better run.
ReplyDeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteRun, M, run! Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Oh, my goodness! Terrifying. M is going to be running for a very long time, I'm afraid.
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