I told the police what I knew. I had been awakened by a loud cry from the next door at about 11 in the night. I had rushed there to find her stabbed; with a letter clutched in her hand. Someone obviously wanted her dead.
It was on the news later that day. I finally got to know what was in that letter.
“Forensics will tell you this is a murder. Please don’t go looking for a killer… The truth, though hard to believe, is that I, the future self, have killed myself, the present self.
I have no other option right now. People, evil ones, know that I have invented this machine; but they don’t know how it works – yet. They are keeping me captive and are torturing me every day. I can’t let it get in their hands… I don’t know of any other means of escape.”
Word Count: 148
Flash fiction in response to Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by the lovely Sammi Cox. This week’s challenge:
Write a story in 150 words that is set in both the day and the night or mentions both the sun and the moon