Friday, 28 June 2013
Flash Fiction Friday 28th June 2013
As I eased the door open slowly, my hand resting on the gun at my hip, the sliver of light showed me the faintest outline of her. Pushing the door more I inched into the room, the light now covering most of her form. With tears clouding my vision, I was convinced I was too late.
Blindfolded, her hands covered with dried blood, I could see my ring still on her finger and I dropped to my knees by her side.
As I did one of her eyes opened and a smile began to form on her lips.
“I knew you'd come.”