This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
BEWARE: This week’s story is rather grim. Not my usual style but, hey, nice to try something different.
A dark pool of congealed crimson spread from the under the cold steel door.
“No!” Sara screamed.
The security guard struggled to gain his footing as he skidded around the corner, gun held in position.
The guard stared at the glistening mass on the floor as he grappled at the keys jangling from his waist.
The door slammed open with a sickening thud.
Harry lie face down. Dianne slumped in the corner, a gaping hole in her left temple, the gun still held tight.
Sara slumped to the floor. So much for she and Harry moving on.