She ducked out of the path and
the mirror behind her shattered into hundred shards.
Furious, at missing his mark,
the savage charged at her. The splintered reflections pierced his soles as he
slipped and hit his head on the ornamental chair edge. His limp body lay
sprawled.
She was on the Interstate, richer by a million dollars transferred
to her account, to a life sans bruises.
The cop’s siren sounding harsher by every nanosecond, her moist hands
shivered on the steering. The shrill sped past her to become a dot in the distant.
She took a detour to freedom.
Written for : FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
Photo prompt : The Reclining Gentleman
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