The Shadow

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda 

I knew it was time to move the night I saw the shadows in the window. There had never shadows before Chloe’s murder. I knew one had to be a man due to sheer size and I was trying to talk myself off the ledge I recognized the other shadow. I knew Marisa’s shadow like the back of my hand and knew she had gotten in with the wrong crowd, but this was too much. No way could she have a part in murdering Chloe. When Marisa herself disappeared, I knew she had been the mastermind of the entire plan. 

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