Bus Stop

Posted: June 4, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

As a photographer light and dark were more interesting to me than people so I watched the shadows on the wall rather than the small crowd waiting for the bus. When I realized one shadow had no head and another was dotted with light passing through multiple bullet holes I decided to wait on the next bus.

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