This was it, she thought, staring across the calm beach towards the old village. It looked castle-like and medieval to her. Just the right place to start her new life. She hadn’t brought much with her. Just a small duffle bag with a couple of random things in it that she was sure she wouldn’t ever need and her phone and credit card. She breathed in a deep breath of sea air. Different place, different name, different life. She could do it.
Just then, she felt someone stand directly behind her. She stiffened and froze inwardly. She daren’t turn around. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be here. How could he have found her? She knew without moving that it was him. Not turning around, she waited for a split second.
Then she felt his soft breathing in her ear. “Did you think you could outrun me?”
She spun around and there he was. Good-looking, his head confidently cocked to the side, a sly look on his face and the gun in his hand. The gun that had killed so many. Now it was her time. She chastised herself for trying to run instead of going to the police.
It was too late now. He pulled the trigger and suddenly the calm beautiful beach turned into a place of massacre.
© 2016
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Week of 02-16-2016
Photo prompt provided by TJ Paris
How sad! She almost got away. Well written, with a sad ending, but a wonderful story!
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Thank you! She was so close to starting a different new life, but he was already a step ahead of her thinking.
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Yes and very sad!
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A positive beginning but such a sad ending. Excellent tale.
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Thank you. All that hope got smashed to pieces when he found her.
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Oh dear. Those moments of deep regret! Incredible story!
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Thank you! I suppose she would have regretted doing whatever she ended up doing – whether it was running from him or going to the police. He would have found her either way.
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You’re welcome!!
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I wasn’t expecting him to pull the trigger at the end. I thought she might be his special lady. Guess not. Love the last line “the calm beautiful beach turned into a place of a massacre.” So powerful as a last line.
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Oh no, she was running from him for a reason. Thank you – it looks too calm in the picture, as though something bad was bound to happen any second…
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I agree, it does have that feeling.
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Great tension build up given the short length of the piece. A great piece of writing. TJ
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Thank you!
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