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.

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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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