Time again for ‘Friday Fictioneers’. A 100 words of fiction (or there abouts) based on the weekly photo prompt provided. This weeks inspiration offered by our ever fabulous host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
In the darkened hotel room, clammy fingers teased a gap in the curtains.
They’d found him.
He couldn’t breathe. His chest tightened.
For the last four nights; 7.40pm on the dot, same car, same routine.
Enter car park… One circuit… Stop… No one gets in… No one gets out…
It must be them!
The loot, still in the holdall, like a beacon. His eyes back and forth between the car and the bag.
He dropped to the floor, stone dead!
*****
Mumbling, Sally threw the Sat Nav onto the back seat. Four nights this week she’d ended up in this car park instead of the new offices.
“I thought these things were supposed to be DEADLY accurate”!
helen midgley 
I like this.. Two disconnected events – one body, and who will find the loot…?
Fantastic. Intrigue, suspense and great denouement. Things are not what they appear to be.
Oh! what a delightful twist (although I’m not quite sure why he dropped dead. Heart attack?)
Paranoia will destroy ya.
Hee 🙂 Poor chap, stressed to death by someone else’s dodgy navigational aid.
And hey, Sally, sort yourself out, girl. It’s not working, buy a map 🙂
Terrific story, my favorite so far this week! What a strange, strangely satisfying, twist of fate.