Saturday, 24 November 2018

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.
Word count 104
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.