Hello again! Today, I've decided to share a scene to a mystery short story I'm writing. Any sort of feedback is appreciated. I'd love to hear what you think needs changing or improving. Thank you and enjoy!
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The night was dark and quiet. Cars drifted through the light fall of rain and people holding umbrellas hurried home under dim street-lights. Out of this crowd, one man takes a left, talking hurriedly on his phone.
"Look, I'm on my way now. What... the hell are you doing? What is that noise?"
A crash of static comes through the phone. "Just get your ass home. I'll be there soon. HEY...!"
The line cuts out and the man holding the phone jumps back at the sound of glass crashing from above. There is a loud thump and a mass crumples in front of him, surrounded by shards of glass. There is now the sound of relaxing jazz coming from the window above. The man moves forward, shaking, towards the fallen object. He nudges it over with his boot.
He pulls his back, his boot now shining a darker color. He stares, terrified, into the face of the body below him. It's glassy eyes stare upwards into the gray clouds. The man breaks out of his trance and scrambles with his phone, dialing as fast as he can and fighting the urge to scream.
" Yes, 911? I... think... I just found a body."
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