He got on. The door was shutting but some guy’s foot stopped it. Looking back he still couldn't see them, he was safe. Well no, he had delayed them. They know where to find him. Why was the guy by the door giving him the eye. He knew something.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
He got on. The door was shutting but some guy’s foot stopped it. Looking back he still couldn't see them, he was safe. Well no, he had delayed them. They know where to find him. Why was the guy by the door giving him the eye. He knew something.