He knew his time was up, the infamous Castle Killer was about to caught red-handed by the most incompetent man he’d ever met. Stumbling onto his latest scene by sheer chance.
That’s what happens when you end up a little off script he thought, as he laid her out in his ritual way. She was a spontaneous addition to his collection and it was now that he reminded himself that certain urges should never be rushed into. He saw the torchlight, quickly packed the remainder of his things and hid them best he could. Then a thought formed…
As part of the AtoZ challenge I am writing flash fiction of no more than 100 words. Today’s prompt was…
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