"Finally. At last I have caught the infamous Strike!"
I slowly paced the floor and thought about why this seemed too easy. The infamous Strike is my enemy. I've been tracking him for the last twenty years. Every single time he seems to just manage to slip away before I get there. Ha, who's laughing now?
But, I can't help feeling like this isn't him. Sure, there was his signature and his jewelry. Something just feels off.
"Have you really caught me yet, detective?" Yup, this is Strike.
"Yeah, and I'll be putting you away for a very long time."
"But, have you really caught me?" I pondered his statement. Of course I had caught him, he's not on the streets now is he.
Time for antaragation finally came. I walked into the room, no one was here but me. I locked the door behind me and sat in front of Strike.
"So, do you confess to your crimes?" I stared at him. All he did was smile.
"Come on. I already have you and you've been caught." I'm starting to get impatient.
"I am not who you think I am." He stared into my eyes and smiled again, playing me as the fool.
Then, it hit me. Strike is not a man, but in fact a woman. I turned to see a tall woman behind me, she wielded a weapon. One with which she had the intent of using.
She struck me and left with the man. I was left unconscious until the rest arrived.
I was fired that day, for letting two criminals get away.
And that is why I, now, never doubt women.
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Writing prompts I wrote short stories for
RandomThere's this really cool website for prompts and I wrote a story for a few of them. Website if you're interested: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/