He’s late, Susan thought. She looked at her watch. 11:10 pm. She picked up her phone and opened his text message. “Urgent. 11:00 tonight. The usual place,” it said. She looked up at the fountain, the famous Lotus Fountain, the “usual place,” and wondered if something had gone wrong. It’s unlike him to be late, she thought.
Her phone vibrated. It was a text. “We’re burned,” it said. “Get to the safe house now. Meet you there.”
Susan stood up, looked around and rushed to her car. She didn’t see the shadowy figure coming up behind her until it was too late.
Written for today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: David Stewart.