Same as last year, he left for the site at sunrise to mark his new life as rewritten by a brute stranger that frightful night.
But today was different: the site was cordoned off, it was the hub of police activity. They placed the sealed body into the ambulance: going by the single shoe above the bloodied drain, it was probably a female.
His wife and unborn son had been gunned down on that spot, only God knows what happened to the victim this time.
The world was slowly becoming uninhabitable: dark, dirty, crawling with vermin similar to the drain.
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by C.E. Ayr and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
Also written for NaBloPoMo day eighteen.