By Emily Clayton
“You’ve got the wrong girl.” I stepped back from the crumbling walkway.
He looked at me, his baby blues switching from glazed and unseeing to defiantly crass. “No, it’s you, Veronica. We used to skate down at the Roller Lounge. You were so elegant, so beautiful.”
My mind was racing; was he just confused? “Sorry, sir,” I said. “I’m not Veronica.”
His face flushed a dark plum. “Don’t lie to me! I heard you that night. You … you were wrong. I had to correct you.”
He moved closer, and suddenly I knew what became of Veronica Kristal all those years before.
Mistaken identity is always a bit creepy but this is chilling!
Wow! So much in so few words!
Thank you!
Nicely done!
Suspenseful. Gave me goose bumps. This could be a springboard for a longer mystery/thriller piece. Good job!
Numerous possibilities with the back story and the spinoffs.
Quite thrilling.
Oh, my! The hairs on the back of my neck prickle from the suspense of this piece! Wonderfully done!