“What the hell is that?” He pointed at the surveillance photo. The technician zoomed in as the agent’s eyes grew wider. No, it can’t be.
On this night ten years ago, she was standing at this exact spot when this agent had witnessed the event of her disappearance. One minute she’s standing there checking her watch, the next, a dark shape was walking by. The moment it exited the frame, she disappeared. No screams, no fighting, nothing. She simply vanished. When he arrived on the scene, he and his team searched every centimeter. Not a trace.
No, it can’t be.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.