A great photo prompt for this week’s writing challenge from Friday Fictioneers. Here is my 100 word submission:
To Whom Does The Dress Belong?
The crowd huddled together, staring up at the dress blowing in the morning breeze. Distant sirens grew ever closer.
He was at it again, leaving another message, a warning. He was openly playing with the police, laughing at their stupidity, their inability to catch him.
The watching crowd knew that a young girl would be brutally murdered before the day was done. It had happened before, too many times. The police could only stop it, if they could find the owner of that red dress. They’d fail. They always did.
He smiled as he watched them emerge from their cars.