Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. This is Friday Fictioneers.
The flashlight beam trembled against the concrete pillar, illuminating the fresh handprints. Deputy Clarice Johnson tracked the drag marks through the mud, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She had heard the desperate, choked screams echoing beneath the underpass. Someone had fought violently here, kicking wildly and flinging mud up against the low beams as they were hauled toward the black water. Then, a heavy splash, followed by an agonizing, suffocating silence. Deputy Johnson looked down at the river’s edge. A pale, muddy hand breached the surface, fingers clawing frantically for the shore before sinking back under.
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100 Words
This is “The Swamp Thing!” by Southern Music
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