He struggled to push the cart through the thick snow and cursed winter, the short days and the long nights.
He leaned his ladder against a lamppost and climbed. The gas ignited and a shivering orange glow lit the white scene.
White and red.
The body lay under a nearby tree. He scared a fox away as he approached it.
A woman. The Ripper again?
The crunch of footsteps in the snow. A passing policeman.
‘Officer!’ He waved to get his attention.
Too late, he noticed the stain of red on the uniform, illuminated by the orange glow from the lamp.
Written for Friday Fictioneers 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).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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