By Rebecca Goldthorpe
The man walked over to the water, cautiously. Catching his unfamiliar reflection dancing on the meniscus, bile rose momentarily. He leant over, dropped the bags in, then watched warily as Nina, and fear, sank fast…
The man walked over to the water, swiftly. They had come here as lovers. He dropped the bags in. Feeling in control, he watched as hysterical Emma disappeared…
The Medway Murderer walked over to the water, secure in his increasing confidence. Deborah was the lightest yet. Then he saw the lights. Floodlit from all directions by strobing cyan blue.
This time, they were waiting for him.
Particularly regarding unsavory acts, and no matter how cautious one attempts to be, crime does not pay.
Yes, very true Exiled.
So well written. Well done!
Thanks very much Firdaus 🙂 x
The breadth and progression of this story is remarkable. We see the eventual lose of a conscience, and how a man paves his way to become a monster.
What a terrific response Tricia. I’m so pleased you enjoyed my story. ???? xx