Photo prompt copyright Alicia Jamtaas

Her anticipation grew.

First came the whistling, as similar to her as her own heartbeat.

Next came the tingling of the bells.

She watched for him.

Today was for shopping. There would be two boxes tied to the back seat of
his bicycle. Full of fresh products for his stall.

But unlike other days, today he killed someone.

The death was swift.

The victim was split, lower limbs from torso; his intestines trailing from
the spinning wheels.

Neither the victim, perpetrator or spectator expected it.

She had giggled, he had finally noticed her, but not Marvin the scarecrow.

He. Died.


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