This week’s Weekly Writing Challenge asked us this: Sure — logical, clean order has its virtues. So does a bit of chaos, though (every once in a while). Instead of starting at your story’s Big Bang, drop us off right at the End of Time: the final line of a conversation, the last, dramatic moment of a journey, the messy aftermath of a wild night out. Then, devote the rest of your post to showing us how you got there.
As the bullet entered her chest, she knew. The world around her turned and faded, every ounce of colour draining before her eyes….until darkness fell. Until…nothing.
Una was trapped. Contained. There was no escape. They had finally caught up with her after almost 24 hours of running and hiding. She was tired, spent and had no fight left in her anymore…dropping the bag at her feet Una turned away from the wall to face her demons. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes….
The voices grew louder as Una ducked behind the refuse bin, one hand against the cold steel to steady herself and the other gripped firmly around the small bag. It’s contents unknown, but it wasn’t Una’s job to know. Just to deliver. If only she could make it around the next corner….
Moving through the crowd, she could feel her chest tighten, her pulse race. Una knew she was being followed and not just by one person, two, maybe three even. Trying to keep her composure she glanced momentarily back down the street. Eyes focused right ahead Una spotted her chance. A break in the traffic across the street. If she could quickly manoeuvre through it as the traffic slowed she may be able to gain more distance between her pursuers. Just as Una picked up her pace she heard a deep voice shouting from maybe 50 metres away…”Oi, guys! There she is the little Bitch!”
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