Clouds shift lazily, allowing the full moon to bathe the ruins in silver.
The two prostrate figures in the arena below me haven’t moved in almost an hour; I think it may be over.
I could scramble down to check, but I care less for confirmation than I do my new Louboutins.
I didn’t kill them, you understand… though I may well have ‘facilitated’ matters. An incautious word in someone’s ear…
Sharing facts isn’t a crime; not reporting a crime is.
I pull out my phone, as pebbles roll behind me.
I thought he’d left.
I need another plan… right now.
We’re having a run of beautiful Spring days here in Dorset. I hope you’re enjoying similar. Thanks to Rochelle, the leader of Friday Fictioneers for her continued efforts.
castelsarrasin 
I loved the detail about not scuffing the new Laboutins
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Thanks for reading, Neil.
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It seems likely the the facilitator is about to cover his tracks.
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I think so. Thanks for reading Michael.
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Dear Sandra,
It sounds like the facilitator might be about to scuff her Laboutins. 😉 Wonderful descriptions and just enough tension at the end to leave me hanging.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Many thanks Rochelle, yes I think she’ll be dragging her heels out of there.
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There was a young writer named Crook
Who lived in a boat on a brook
She wrote all the time
And her stories were fine
But never as long as a book
(Checking in, saying hi and that I am glad to read that you are still in fine form. Cheers, D.)
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Hi Doug, how lovely to hear from you and know you are still around. I particularly liked the ‘young’ writer bit. How I wish… well I don’t really, but I know I’m supposed to. I don’t get to FF as often as I’d like, but when I find you there it makes it all worth while. Cheers x
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The simple mention of a phone shifts the story 2000 years, nice one!
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Thanks for reading, Mason.
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Aaargh
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Indeed. 🙂
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Beware the facilitators, or the facilitator’s facilitator in this case. Lovely details.
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Thanks for reading, Iain.
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Good storytelling. Hopefully her own rationalizations aren’t used against her, which it seems like is happening at the end…
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Karma… it’s a bitch.
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Thanks for reading, Lisa.
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You carry us along your story saying so much without telling us anything at all. Fantastic piece, Sandra.
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Glad you liked it Jen, thanks for reading.
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Tension, indeed. Wall done, Sandra.
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Thanks for reading, Bill.
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You bring an air of stillness to the scene of murder, and then break the silence with the least obtrusive of noises…Very skilful writing, Sandra.
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Thanks for reading, Penny, and thank you for the lovely comment.
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Ah, no evil deed goes unpunished …
A very well penned scene. I could feel it.
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Thanks for reading Na’ama.
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🙂 my pleasure!
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Quite a cliffhanger. plan B it is.
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Thanks for reading, Keith.
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OK I had to google it. Now I get it!
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Thanks for taking the time! 🙂
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Great imagery in this story, Sandra.
I enjoyed the read and tension at the end.
Isadora 😎
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Many thanks, Isadora.
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It’s always the facilitators who cause the trouble while keeping their… shoes clean. Great first line. It draws the reader in and sets the scene perfectly.
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Yes, I’ve known a few in my time. I might even have been one myself on the odd occasion.
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Great story, Sandra. Looks like even the facilitator might be getting facilitated. To be fair, the best way to get away with murder is to get someone else to do it.
-David
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Absolutely! Thanks for reading, David.
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Have to be a quick thinker in that line of work.
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And a quick mover, so she’d better ditch the Louboutins.
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you kept me hanging. i wonder what happened next.
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Thanks for reading.
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Sounds like your protagonist didn’t factor in all the variables.
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This had me guessing throughout. Every paragraph brought a new twist. Brilliant. I’m in awe.
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There is a sense of mystery and betrayal of trust in this piece. For a reason I can’t explain, it reminds me of John Le Carre’s ‘Little Drummer Girl’.
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Tension and intrigue. Nicely done!
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For God’s sake, yes, please save the Louboutins! 🙂
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Damn. She best take those babies off and hightail it out of there! You can never take in a moment with certain jobs…
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