100 Word Challenge 28/5/18

The sun has risen in a red sky. It had been raining all morning, and the downfall had washed away the spilt blood of the recent scuffle. I lie wincing on the muddy outskirts of a hostile village, hidden from the enemies sight. Last night they sliced deep into my thigh with their weapons, and blood is still seeping from the wound even now. Through muffled shrieks, I untie my makeshift tourniquet and firmly press my hands against the wound. Flinching, pain shoots up my body and a shriek escapes my mouth. My shriek turns into a whimper, and accept that that red dawn would be the last I’ll ever see.

100 Word Challenge 11/5/2018

Beige is the new black

A killer. A masked murderer. But also a sweet rest home resident adored by her peers. Could she be both? I’ve been assigned to interrogate Mrs Dolores Gillian Waller, who at age 75 was diagnosed with split personality disorder. Setting aside her file, I look to the little grey haired lady across from me. Her pale blue eyes seem warm and trusting, not like the cold, dead eyes of those I’ve previously questioned. I think back to a statement from the case folder; “Mrs Waller seemed familiar with the murder weapon and victim, however, she couldn’t believe what she had done.”
I’m underqualified, I think. This is a job for a psychologist.