Papa
Apr 11th, 2023 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
No Comments 

I slip through alleys to get to the resistance and relay the information I have learned. The black out starts and the only sound is the rustling of my dress.
I hear footsteps and then a voice. “Halt! Papers.”
“Certainly. My father is sick and needed medicine. I had to go across town to the only doctor available.”
There’s something in his eyes that I don’t trust. I stab him through the gut. I’m almost in the clear and then a shot rings out. Blood soaks through my dress, I gasp for air and then collapse.
See you soon, Papa.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher