Some secrets are buried deep — but not deep enough. What happens when love turns to fear, and a killer thinks he’s outsmarted time itself?
Flash Fiction Prompt:
He could almost taste the irony.
Tim leaned back on the couch, watching the cold case detectives on TV celebrate another solved mystery. The camera panned to a lake — dark, still, and familiar. His hand twitched. Beside him, Sharon sat stiffly, her smile forced, her thoughts racing faster than her pulse. She had rehearsed the words all week: I can’t do this anymore. But every time she met his eyes, the words froze. She’d seen that look before — the same one he had when he told her ex-boyfriend to “stop calling.” The ex never called again.
Tonight, Sharon had a plan. The packed suitcase under the bed, the hidden burner phone, the quiet text to her sister: If you don’t hear from me by midnight, call the police.
She smiled, but inside, she was already running.
Question for Readers:
If you were Sharon, would you confront Tim — or vanish without a trace?
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