“I give up”. Sylvia is gasping for oxygen, as she throws her shoes to settle down in the grass.
She fails to notice my ashen face. The witch hunt has led us to monstrous insights.
I came hunting for a story, but reality stares back at me – mercilessly, silently. The killer has left a clue behind.
I can’t believe it’s the same person who shares a bed, home and hearth with me.
And then, I look at Sylvia. She has pulled out a gun aimed at me.
“You asked for it. Now get ready to go where your partner did.”
Oh no! She realised too late!
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It happens so often. Pulling a gun may be figurative, but betrayal happens.
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Yes, sadly 😦
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Brrrr! What a chilling conclusion!
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Thank you, Linda! 😦
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Doubt this story will get published.
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No. Unless someone takes it ahead from this point.
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Some story hunt. Brilliant, very impressive take, Reena.
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Thank you, Indira! Our journalists keep doing this.
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OOH, I wonder what the original story was… Who was the first to get killed?
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You raised the right question ☺️
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The things we do in the search of a story…
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Ultimately, we end up superimposing our stories on reality 😦
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When you least expect it, betrayal. Well done, Reena.
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Thank you, Bill!
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Dear Reena,
The ultimate betrayal. Ouch.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle!
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Oh dear.
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😂😂
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She definitely found a story, although she may never be able to tell it to anyone.
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I wonder how many stories die with people.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Ooh. How suspenseful
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🤓😱
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🥹
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Should really have frisked Sylvia
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Small mistakes lead to …..
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