Friday Fictioneers, it’s story time again. Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a photo prompt and anyone who would like to take part, posts a story on their blog and then links it to this week’s prompt. 100 words is the target so why not join in? The photo this week is courtesy of Rich Voza
Genre: Crime (100 words)
The door closes. The plane hurtles down the runway, becoming airborne in seconds. I steal a look behind me, nothing but the blank, closed faces of strangers. I relax.
The plan to flee, to leave behind the life I’d endured, eventually filled my every waking minute. It became my solace, my relief from pain, my refuge.
When they find him, their investigations will reveal a violent, heavy drinker who has had one too many.
Unless they look too closely at the tattoo on his neck.
Would they do that?
Will they see the entry point of the air filled hypodermic?