After completing his burglary, He was running fast with all the robbed item. he galloped towards the south. Finally, he reached a hill where he was hearing a harsh noise.
With full of sweat, shivering hands, he sharpened his ears that he heard thousand and two. He thought the top of the hill will be the safest place to hide all his things. Hence, ignoring those noise, he climbed up.
He reached the top of the hill. To his dismay, he saw a big fog in front of him.
The harsh voice then started couting thousand and three.
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Great piece. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
ReplyDeleteLooks like he fled to the wrong place. I wonder what'll happen to him now.
ReplyDeleteA suspenseful story. Welcome to this rather nutty group :)
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