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Edith/Maddie: My pulse doubled when I saw the killer running toward me through the arches. Good thing I knew how to quick-hotwire a golf cart.
Julie: I ambled through the arches carefully looking for Fred, trying to avoid the assassin looking for us both. Halfway down I found Fred slumped behind a column, blood oozing out of his temple. As I bent down, a shot rang out, hitting the space where my head was. Now what?
Barb: Ordinary life. Ordinary day. Then I glanced down a long corridor framed by arches and saw a woman, gray and shimmering, dressed in a Victorian traveling costume. She headed for the platform. I followed.
Jessie: It was funny how the sound traveled along the corridor, bouncing off the stone arches and funneling towards the open courtyard. She reminded herself to move as quietly as possible as she tried to keep out of sight.
Sherry: There he was. My target. Blue shirt, white shorts, and a ball cap. It was go time.
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I came through the door, my ball cap pulled down to make it as difficult as possible for anyone to see and remember my face, and there was my target with her luggage and shopping bags. I prepared to pull out my weapon and fire, and as she turned I realized I’d been hired to kill my own sister.
Good one, Lee!
The vast open space of the entrance hallways gives the appearance of tranquility and freedom from tumult, but only the sentry guard statues seem to notice the perpetrator casually walking out of the building.
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Nice, Kay!
As soon as I stepped out the door I saw her–the notorious archway porch pirate. She’d already made quite a haul.
Love it, Carol!
I watched her from the side door as she sought shade from the afternoon sun with all her possessions gathered around her. With the heat causing me to perspire slightly, she must have been uncomfortable with her long dress and coat. I had youth, health, my life ahead of me. What was the woman’s story?
What, indeed?
As I stood peering down that portico, I realized there were dozens of light fixtures. How would I ever identify the one I needed to find?
LOL!
I ran. I weaved around each column of the station’s outside covered walkway. Turned the corner of the building, glanced behind me. The pursuer was still around the corner probably checking behind the columns. I removed my jacket, pulled my cap from my bag and on, tucking my hair under, as I walked quickly past the metro station escalator and into the train station side doors, entering the slightly darker, slightly chaotic hallway lined with shops, and crowded with people. I slowed down without looking back, catching my breath, and walked towards the train platforms.
Whew!
At the end of those arches was freedom. It looked a million miles away.
At least!
What a blood thirsty batch of cozy writers! 😏Not one of you has anything but murder on your mind. “As I watched, all my worldly goods gathered around me that hot day, he appeared cool, calm in his blue shorts and baseball cap, striding to my rescue. We could solve this.”
But of course we are!
😏😊 referencing previous blog: as long as no animals are involved.
If this were a horror movie, I could make it to the end of the columns before being attacked. But this was real life, and the killer could be hiding behind any of them, right? Right? Maybe I’d better find another way to get to the extraction point.
Perfect, Mark.
I knew that homeless woman was anything but. She was the stalker we’ve been looking for. Those young women were in danger.
Ooh!
As soon as I saw the tunnel of arches, I knew I had been here before, I dreamt it so many times and I knew what would happen next.