50 Word Thursday #11

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam   Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple.  Write something, poem, short story, anything,

Tracks

Reaching for the phone was a natural response. Realizing he didn’t remember the number, his heart raced. Fear and panic took over, yet he was still conscious to cover his tracks.

Things to come…

It has been harrowing, since the recent events which have occupied the town and my own mind. The deaths of a man and woman is big news here. But, their murder is a shocking scandal. Add to that, he had a wife and kids a county away and she was a divorcee at 25, when

Not So Glad Tidings

Foaming surf pounds the pale sandy beach. The inspector imagines the sun and fun which will blanket this spot in a few months. In stark contrast to the frigid wind and snow relentlessly pelting his face. Now to more topical matters, he looks at the broken body that washed ashore this morning. My attempt at

Inquiry

Inspector Rose examines the blood painted wall in the old Patterson place. Feeling the footsteps and cold dead stare behind him, he simply asks “Who killed you Victor?”.