The sound of my frantic footsteps echoes in the dark alley. A sudden cry tears the silence of the night and a woman desperately calls for help. I jerk forward, running on the main street, while the patting rain washes Duncan's blood away from my face and guilty hands. A distant voice commands me to stop, several footsteps approach closer; I turn left, rushing towards the end of the street, twenty feet above the dock – the water! I need to reach the water!
I glance behind – three redcoats, one is aiming his pistol at me. I jump. A shot resounds.
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Short StoryAll my entries for the W2R contest held by @action. Chapter 1 - Down by the Charles River Running away from a crime scene. Guilty or framed? (100 words) Chapter 2 - Double Cross The epic banter between good and evil (a dialogue) Chapter 3 - Tomorrow...
