Monday, 6 February 2017

Miles Away from a Murder



He had walked ten miles away from the murder he had just made. He couldn’t hide, but he didn’t try to. He was guilty, and soon everyone would know.

He sat in a public park. Nobody in the park had noticed it him yet, as the news of the murder hadn’t probably spread to the park yet. He had nothing else to do, he waited and waited.

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