11 December 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
George woke suddenly, his senses tingling him from rest.
From the shadows stood a slender woman, donned in sleek black, wielding a gun. Instinctively he moved, but the woman had approached with such speed that George had hardly a second to, before a cloth covered his face and he fell into unconsciousness.
With a pounding through his temples, George woke again.
Sunshine tore through his curtains, and police officers stood at the foot of his bed. He lay confused as they dragged him to his feet, and with a glance at the door he saw his father’s hand protruding, his blood spilled across George’s hands.