Every morning Jonathan jogged along the gravel path behind the row houses that backed up to the park. This morning, as he was jogging, he though he heard what sounded like a scream coming from one of the homes. He stopped to listen to see if he heard any more screams. He pulled out his smartphone ready to take pictures in case there was anything that could later be used as photographic evidence of any potential misdeeds. Crouching low on the edge of the path, he hoped that by remaining where he was, he might do some good, even there.
Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The idea is to use the photo above (unattributed) along with the line, “He hoped that by remaining where he was, he might do some good, even there” from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.