PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The store was empty. Why did Marcie feel like she was being watched?
She heard an even rasp. Shuffling? And heavy breathing? She tried not to panic. A man slunk through the storage room doorway, a gun in hand, a twisted smile on his pocked face. How—? She stumbled backward. The man opened his mouth. “Marcie.”
“Marcie? Hey, Marce. You doze off?” Steve’s face appeared through the fog. “I’m leaving early, remember. You’re okay closing up, right? Big date tonight!”
He rushed for the door. Macie swallowed.
The store was empty. Why did she feel like she was being watched?
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