This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt was really neat: a picture of a pedestrian tunnel underneath a highway. It didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted to write about, but keeping it under 100 words took me quite a bit longer. Please feel free to comment with any constructive criticism or thoughts.
“You two are on night shift,” said Mike. “You on the security cameras, Briggs in the control room.”
“Isn’t Briggs in charge of security?”
“Not tonight. Remember that murder-suicide that happened a few years ago?” He pointed at the underpass on Monitor 4. “It took place right there. Guy stabbed his girl, then shot himself.”
“Well, Briggs swears that every year the damn girl runs out and gets stabbed all over again. Since tonight’s the three year anniversary, Briggs won’t watch the cameras. Threatened to hang up his hard hat, and I can’t have that.
“So you’re on cameras tonight.”