Emily: The Brute (fiction)

He sat in the car a moment, slightly stunned. Damn the quick reflexes of the policewoman! His masters would not be pleased the girl had gotten away.

He lumbered out of the car, broken glass tinkling around him. She would be racing for the back of the building, fleeing as she had so many times before.

He staggered toward the former entrance to the building, prepared to go grab her. But before he could make his exit, three muscular police officers surrounded him. He felt the unwelcome weight of handcuffs snapping around his wrists.

“You have the right to remain silent . . .”

To be continued . . .

{These vignettes were inspired by prompts at Daily Writing Practice. Go ahead and visit and see what other amazing writing is going on.}

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