Happy Friday, Readers! Welcome to the last Friday Fictioneers of 2016. Can you believe it? Thank you so much to Rochelle for continuing to host this weekly prompt, and to the many people who contribute photos, particularly Shaktiki Sharma, who submitted this week’s photo!
Enjoy! (even if it is a little dark)
Time is a funny thing. Everyone was always running out of it, and no one knew this better than Muerta, whose curse was to see everyone’s time run out. Everyone’s except her own. Tick tock, tick tock.
Muerta stopped mid-step and slowly turned towards a man peeling himself from the shadows of the wall. Tick tock, tick tock. She said nothing as he stepped closer. “What are you looking for, niña bonita?”
The ticking slowed. “I look for nothing,” she said. A vision of a gun shot to his chest flashed before her eyes. “But I see everything.”