Saturday, 13 April 2013

100 word Drama

It was late. The pub had closed. Marcus was on his way home. In the darkness he heard a blood-curdling scream. He stopped in a shadow trying to work out from which direction it came. There was another scream followed by a gunshot, then another. Looking through the front window of a small terraced house he saw a man fall to the floor. A woman sobbed, "You've killed him, you've killed him. Another gunshot, she stopped crying. The titles rolled up the wide screen. A man in the house got up, quietly turned off the TV and left the room.

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