The snow had quit. The wind had not. It howled, driving temperatures below zero. Martin followed the tracks, wondering if his thick gloved finger would fit inside the trigger guard of his Glock.
The body lay just outside the halo of light from the park lamp. What was left was half buried in snow dyed red with its own blood.
“Oh dear God,” Martin gasped.
Flashlight beams trembled over the red covered white, tracing the line of tracks to the edge of the forest.
A howl rose on the wind.
Martin shivered. It had nothing to do with the cold.
I don’t normally wait until Friday to post my #FridayFictioneers post, but this week has not been a great writing week. Alas, Friday night is here, and for good or ill, it is done. Here’s hoping that you like my little story this week!
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. Thanks Rochelle! You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at your very own 100 word story!
For more 100 word stories based on this photo, look here!