Detective Domble walked into the room with some degree of nonchalance. A scenario he had witnessed multiple times before, nothing new, nothing alarming. It was the usual, a dead body,some dried blood, a strong odor, murder weapon and a missing culprit,which he would eventually hunt down, etc. He had seen this a hundred times before. It was easy or so he thought.
Only this time his eyes welled up with tears as he folded his knees and crouched on the ground…as the predator waited behind him….
Gyanban Thoughts : A short flash fiction where the hunter becomes the hunted.A simple predictable plot,the focus was in capturing the contrasting moment which transcends from nonchalance to shock.
eerie and shocking. Loved it..ReplyDelete
This was a nice one sir. For a moment I thought I was reading Jo Nesbo's The Snowman :)ReplyDelete