She had never expected it to end this way, when she had invited him along the trail behind the old barn…
Now that his body lay there, with smears of red around his head… she thought “what’s done is done!” dropped the gun and ran away…
“Let it snow…” The blizzard would cover her for a while, at least long enough to be long gone when they’d find him.
This is my fourth attempt at Monday’s One-minute Fiction prompt, hosted by Lovely Curses. This week, the inspiration was the sentence “Let it snow”. Feel free to join in by clicking on the link above!
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