PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Paul glanced over his shoulder, following the path of the older man into the hotel.  He waited, listening to the crickets and feeling the evening warmth on his face.

Abruptly, he gulped down his iced water, stood, walked purposefully into the building and took the lift to the third floor.  He tapped a pattern on door 370.

The look of surprise on the man’s face turned to horror as Paul thrust the gun in his chest and flashed his badge.  There was nowhere to run, no way to escape or hide the evidence.

Paul watched him wilt with cold dispassion.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.



44 thoughts on “Trapped

  1. Rowena says:

    Well done, Clare. This was nicely written and you set the scene well. I was thinking along the lines of a hotel scene, but ended up leaving that unspoken due to the word limit. The photo reminds me of Surfers Paradise in Queensland. “Surfers” is a popular destination for Schoolies’ Week, which is held after kids finish high school. It’s a time of heavy drinking and heavy partying, which has so many upsides but also carries a dark shadow.
    Hope you have a great week.
    xx Rowena

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