This is a Friday Fictioneers submission for 30th October. I’ve barely bothered with this blog recently, because I’ve been preoccupied with clearing my literary decks ahead of Nanowrimo. My plan was to knock my ‘debut’ novel into shape so that I could use the next month to get started on a sequel, though I’ve actually had a better idea for my November project now. Anyway, 3 years behind schedule and 2 books later, my book went live in the early hours of the morning and I’m now free (for a few days) to focus on stories like this one…
Thanks to Dale Rogerson for the prompt.
Patrick Russet jumped the rectory fence and into the lane. Already, the euphoria was passing. Soon it would give way to exhaustion and apprehension. The reverend had been an upstanding member of the community, and the police would be dogged in their pursuit of his killer. Let them come, Patrick thought; Green had killed his favourite uncle after all. Patrick had no regrets. Well, almost…His arms ached from carrying the murder weapon and it would be almost impossible to dispose of. It he did it again, he decided, he’d go with the rope instead of the lead piping.
(nb the title has nothing to do with anything but I couldn’t think of a better one)