He could feel the blood seeping down his calf from his injured knee. He wished he could enjoy the morning air, but he had to finish this.
Just go over the bridge to the apartment complex, find which one is her’s break in, and then wait. She left for university over an hour ago but she’d be back by noon.
He pressed different buttons on the intercom and as each resident answered, he said, “It’s me.”
Only one opened the door for him, but that’s all he needed.
He had found a first aid kit in the pantry, bound his wound, and cleaned up the blood. He was sitting in a kitchen chair when he heard her unlock the door.
She didn’t see him at first in the darkness. Then she turned on the light and gasped.
“I won’t hurt you. Please sit down.”
“Who are you?” She was trembling.
“Please sit down. I need to tell you what happened to your parents.”
She stood in the middle of her living room. “My mother. She shot my father and then committed suicide.”
“No, Nika. I killed them, but that was a long time ago. I’ve come back to tell you why.”
I wrote this for the Sunday Photo Fiction of September 17th 2017 writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above as the inspiration for creating a piece of flash fiction no more than 200 words long. My word count is exactly 200.
I think it was in the film The Bourne Supremacy (2004) that Jason Bourne confessed to a young Russian woman why he had killed her parents when she was a child. It was his first kill, and one where he was specifically manipulated to forget what he’d done. When he finally started recovering his memories, he felt he owed it to the young woman to explain that he had murdered them rather than have her continue to believe her mother murdered her father and then committed suicide.
When I saw the photo prompt, it reminded me of that particular sequence in the movie, so I decided to recreate it. I know that’s horribly unoriginal of me, but it was the very first thing to pop into my head.
To read other stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.