He took one step at a time. Carefully placing one foot above the other, he hoisted himself up the steps. They were uneven and covered in grass, but he did not seem to notice. His thoughts were elsewhere; the steps a lifetime away.
He kept seeing the shocked face, inches from his. First the happiness, then the shock, then the twisted expression of hatred and pain. He hadn’t wanted to end it this way. He had wanted to take her with him. Lock her up and keep her close. But the order to remove her had come and he had to obey.
Without realising, he had reached the top of the steps. He stopped walking and shook his head, trying to remove the veil of images that covered his view.
He looked down at the village and took a deep breath. He would start his new life here, he thought. They would never find him.
He started down the steps when all of a sudden, he was wrenched backward and thrown to the ground.
The man above him sneered at him, his gun inches from his face. He felt a sense of déjà vu, then the fatal gunshot sounded.
FFfAW, Week of July 18, 2017
Photo prompt provided by J.S. Brand