She thought the first time would have been an epiphany, a glimpse at paradise.
Instead, here she was underneath the overpass, among squalid dirt and mud.
The climactic moment had come with a rush of adrenaline, but it was over too quickly.
Her breathing returned to normal, she fixed her rucked top and smoothed her hem down.
Her clothes were impractical, what had she been thinking wearing heels and a short skirt?
She hefted another rock and threw it on top of the body bag. He sank further into the water.
Maybe her next murder would be more enjoyable.
Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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