Writing Prompts

Prompt 7

A person walked hurriedly down the street, the quick tapping of their shoes against the ground suggesting the urgency. Then all of the sudden the tapping stopped. The person stopped and pushed their hands further into the pockets of their trench coat. They looked to one side, and then turned their head to the other, as if contemplating where to go. After a few seconds, having made their decision, the person walked on and turned into one of the various small and dirty alleys.

The water in a puddle splashed, as the person in their urgency, stepped into it. The dripping of water from an ewe onto one of the metal containers was the only sound in the alley, other than the clacking of the shoes. The person paused in front of a side door in the alley. Twisting the door knob, they stepped in. If it hadn't been for the darkness, and the shadow of their hat upon their face, the snarl that crossed upon their face and the evil glint in their eyes would have been seen by the almost unconscious person, curled up into a ball on one corner of the small, empty room.

The sound of a gunshot cut across the silence, followed by a scream of pain, both of which went unheard. The next gunshot was fired, but the scream never came. All was silent, once more. Satisfied, the person turned away and retraced their steps back into the city, where they got lost among the throng of people, none of whom would ever know of what had happened.