The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, March 22nd. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, March 31st, 2017.
“Another day, another donut,” Claude muttered as he rode the escalator to the ground floor. Springham Mall wasn’t a bad place, but it wasn’t police work. Thirty years a policeman before forced retirement and a job at the freaking mall.
Still, he tried to make the best of it; keep the owners and patrons safe.
At the sound of a shot, he broke into a run, pandemonium of screams leading him to the book signing in front of Walden’s Books. Confusions of patrons scattered every which way.
Calmly, he searched for the shooter, seeing nothing until he bumped into Davies. The policeman stared at him. He stared back.
“It was all lies,” Davies said. “You know it was lies.”
The signing was for a book about police corruption.
“I know. All lies. Give me the gun.”
It hurt to see the crazed panic in the other man’s eyes.
Everything happened too fast. One minute he was talking Davies down. The next, another shot and he was looking at the fallen body of his old partner.
“Another day, another death,” he whispered. “Officer down.”