This is my latest Storgy story, though really, it’s one of my earliest stories.
AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE
by
Sally-Anne Wilkinson
Though it was early, with the sun suspended low on the horizon, the sky was bright. On the estate, a fine layer of frost coated the grass and cars. Sarah, concealed by a tree, stood watching a house across the street, a hood obscuring her face and hair. In her hand, she clutched the handle of a long, wheeled, black bag.
It was almost eight o’ clock. Any minute now, Richard would leave.
As if she willed it, the front door of number ninety-two opened, and a tall man with dark hair stepped into the cold. He fiddled in his pocket, extracting a bunch of keys – she could hear the faintest jangle from where she stood. Double-locking the door, he tested the handle, then headed towards the station, his breath visible as a thin vapour. Sarah stepped back. For a moment, as…
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