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.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Week of 02-16-2016
Photo prompt provided by TJ Paris