Friday, 26 July 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Dark Summer
Her perfect face tilted to the side, her hair brushed back from her face, exposing her beauty and her raised hand and perfectly manicured nails level with her mouth all gave the illusion of sleeping. Even her body, although clad in just turquoise lingerie, showed absolutely no signs of anything untoward yet as I crouched by her side, my worst fears were confirmed.
The psychopath, who had been terrorizing the city since the beginning of the year, had struck yet again and the only reason I could tell that was because of the note poking out from underneath her body slightly, addressed to me personally.