THE QUARRY (99 words)
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
By Neel Anil Panicker
Richard peered through the telescopic lens at the hotel room across the road.
‘Show up, man. Gotta job to do…need to kill you,’ he muttered under his breath.
A sense of ennui began to creep over him. Waiting did that to him. Like a python it worked on his body, languidly yet surely clasping him in its grip, constricting his breath, beads of sweat trickling down his swarthy face.
A green light flashed on his phone.
He picked it up.
“He’s dead. Shot in his sleep. Hope it’s you.”
In one moment Richard had turned from hunter to hunted.
©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #fiction
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the super talented ultra sweet Rocehelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/05/03/5-may-2017/