Every week Rochelle gives us a photo as a prompt to write a story in 100 words or less. 12th October is a Jewish holy day – Yom Kippur, so Rochelle has rerun a photo from April 2013. As soon as I saw the image I remembered it, and the outline of the story I wrote. It was the third flash fiction story I had ever written, and the third in the Raynard series, although at this time, we had no name for him. So I thought I would rerun that story.
If you want to have a go, then click on the Friday Fictioneers image, or if you want to read what others have written then click on the InLinkz frog.
I have rewritten the story to update it slightly as my writing style has changed since then.
He stood in the house he thought was hers, plotting his next move. The unusual thing about this building was the lack of electricity, but the oil lamps would help with his plan. He could feel the garlic in the spice rack through the seal, and it made his skin crawl.
The dead woman in the hallway was not his target, but he had bled her completely dry to send a message that could not be ignored. It would not be long until there would be nowhere left to hide.
Knocking the lamp over, he walked away whispering “Soon …”