Photo prompt courtesy of J Hardy Carroll
100 words
The clock had taunted me for weeks. I drove by the house every night for merely a glimpse.
Tonight I had decided to make it mine.
The door was unlocked, it creaked mercilessly as it opened.
I walked to the parlor where the clock stood grandly overlooking the room. The moonlight brushed its ornate design. When the minute hand of the clock hit twelve, a deep bell chimed.
While I stood there in awe, the lights flipped on.
A woman froze with her finger still on the switch.
We made eye contact.
She didn’t scream loud enough to save her.
For the sequel please refer to my previous Friday Fictioneers post- The Criminal
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