The energy of the city buzzed across the harbor, more alive at night than it ever was during the day. He stared down at the pale figure in the water and there was just enough light to see her unseeing eyes, her pale lips, her beautiful heart-shaped face. He decided she wore death well.
This was his favorite part – relishing in the aftermath. He breathed in the cold night air and realized that the energy that had been pulsing through his body was starting to ebb. The thrill of the hunt was slowly settling, but he knew it wouldn’t last.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end. This one came in at 101 words. I hope you enjoy!
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