By J. Paul Ross
They caught sight of each other from across the bar. He stared, she smiled, and the age-old ritual began yet again.
“So,” she asked. “You from Denver?”
“Born and bred.”
“Still in the city?”
“Yep. Just got a place. Nineteen miles west of the Century 16 Theater shooting site and thirteen miles north of Columbine High School.”
She frowned. “Berkeley?”
“Edgewater, actually. You?”
“Boulder. A block from the King Soopers shooting site off Table Mesa.”
“I love that area,” he replied, giving the exit another quick glance as she counted the steps it would take to get there.
Just in case.
Oh. Wow. I didn’t know where this was going until it got there. Good writing!
Very powerful.
Nicely done!
Wow! I was not expecting that ending. Great story!
Great use of your 101 words.
Wow! Three tragic events remembered in just 101 words. Well written.
Loved the way you built up the tension. “Just in case” – brilliant.
Sinister – yes! Get out while you can!