Thank you Madison Woods once again for a great photo. What I love about writing is that for me, when you start writing it evolves into something you hadn’t really planned it to be.
This was supposed to be a happy flash fiction story however somehow turned into a story based on an earlier Friday Fictioneers piece called Sirens. I’ve named it the same again as follows on, albeit years later. If you want to join in, pop over to Madison Wood’s blog and view her short story and picture. The first part of Siren’s is right here, and puts across Sarah’s view from years before.
Jenny sat in the car with the engine running and her heart fluttered. She hadn’t banked on Sarah finding her so soon but when the letter dropped through the door a week ago Jenny knew she couldn’t veil the truth any longer. The crime she witnessed all those years ago had turned the local town into a battlefield and watching the destruction spread through the streets Jenny felt powerless.
Sarah had been on the run for too long and Jenny’s testimony was the only thing that could guarantee her freedom. Jenny recognised her instantly, wearing a green sweater and baseball cap pulled down tightly over her forehead. Sarah walked quickly across the car park and entered the building. Taking a deep breath Jenny switched off the engine. She opened the glove compartment and took out the small revolver and slipped it into her small handbag. It would end today.