PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
As soon as I saw the mural, I knew Scott had been here. Here in the town I had called home for the last seven years. I had successfully hidden from him for this long, only for him to find me by accident. Or what I could only believe was an accident. I had been so careful in my escape from Scott, I knew there was no way he could find me. But the house in the forest was the exact replica of the house we had lived in together. The house where he had almost died. By my hand.
Standing Room Only 