FF | End of Shift

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group, you can join! We are allowed to use the photo in our post (the photographer’s name is always in the caption) and encouraged to leave each other comments. You are also supposed to link back to the group. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 100 words long! Can I get a like just for that!?

long hallway,storage units,aluminum,


  End of Shift
There are fluorescent lights, a cold tile floor, but no doctors.
I always thought I would die in a hospital bed, surrounded by my squad, and that my family would know what happened.
I hear him shutting the door to his storage unit. He thinks I am completely dead, but I can still feel my heart beating, and I can still hear.
If I could move, I would squeeze my trigger finger and take him out. But my body is shutting down. So Tom Pardo will get away again, because the only people who know who he is are dead.


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