This wasn’t what he had imagined when he joined the academy. In his crime fighting daydreams stakeouts were thrilling like the movies. His partner and he would be slouched behind the wheels of a nondescript black sedan sipping hot coffee and before they were done the perpetrators would appear.

Instead here he sat on a cold street bench dressed like a vagrant staring at the dying lights of Pearl’s Di-er, lips too chapped to even smile at the ironic sign.

Just as he shifted hoping to feel his legs again, he saw it. The distinct red dot of a sniper rifle aimed at his chest.


Written in response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday 23rd challenge with photo prompt by Jesse Williams

12 thoughts on “Stakeout

  1. I agree with the other writers — I am so glad you left us in suspense to write the end of the tale in our own minds. I’d like to think the stakeout guy faked out the sniper, or otherwise got away from the laser. What I love about this story is the vivid picture you’ve painted – I could feel the chapped lips from being out in the night too long. Really great detail and even better leave 😉 Thank you for joining us again this week!


      1. I’m so happy you appreciate it! I learn so much and and moved by the variety of perspectives — thank you so much for being a part of our writing community ❤


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