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I tried something new

Crime fiction is not something I particularly aspire to write (although I never say never), but in the spirit of “writing to order” I had a go at a flash fiction competition run by the Hampshire Writing Society at the University of Winchester.

For the first time I went along to their monthly meeting where the most excellent crime writer, Graham Hurley, gave a verbal compendium of his passage through the last twenty years in crime writing. The Pompey crime fighting guru spoke with passion, devotion and high jinks both during his talk and the numerous ensuing questions.

When the competition winners were announced it turned out I got 4th place (out of how many is an unknown fact which I don’t care to discover). Anyhow, I was pleased.

For the last 10 minutes I have sat here slagging-off and re-slagging-off the piece I submitted so I have deleted all that and I am just going to post it below.

My submission for crime flash fiction in 200 words.

Undone
She couldn’t run anymore. Leaning against the rough stone wall her breathing eventually started to slow. She looked up and saw the sun breaking over the tree’s in the park. She felt icy cold in the early morning air, but she didn’t care because she knew she had escaped.

Locked in his thoughts, Brice was unaware of the echo his footsteps made in the streets as he rushed past deserted shops and high-rise offices.  He absentmindedly raised his hand to his face; the sudden smell of her made him retch.

As the congregation slowly trickled out of the crematorium Inspector Foster inhaled deeply and looking at the body of his brother in the passenger seat he closed his lips around the shaft of his gun and pulled the trigger.

Alice was used to taking disturbing calls. Hanging up was not part of Samaritans protocol. People needed someone to talk to even if some of them just wanted to talk X-rated. Brice wasn’t like that; he seemed harmless, just a bit lonely. As he introduced himself to her as she was rummaging in her bag for her keys after returning from the late-shift she started to realise otherwise.

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