We’d been married for five years, I felt like I’d been running away for ten.
‘I want to see him dead’, the gunman’s task was clear.
Relief turned to fear in the light of my phone; it was the wrong man. The shooter was dead, now I fear I’ll be next.
Written in response to the daily post creative writing challenge. “It’s 2AM and your phone has just buzzed you awake, filling the room in white-blue LED light. You have a message. It’s a photo. No words, no explanation. Just a photo. “