Here is my entry for this week’s 100-Word Challenge for Adults. The prompt is:
….The flame flickered before….
A rock fell. Was that a footstep? My heart hammered like fists against my ribs. The cave seemed my escape. No way he saw me duck in here. Right?
The fire was the mistake. A dead giveaway. Don’t bother excusing the pun. I’m afraid of the dark.
No one messed with Dirty O’Neill and lived to tell about it. I wouldn’t be breaking that trend either. All for 50 grand. Stupid.
The flame flickered before the shadow appeared. It had a gun. No time. I threw myself on the flames. Pitch black. Fear’s the only hope and the irony burns.