by D. Paris Christensen

Courtesy Northwest Comic News, 1997. An entry in their short story contest limited to 55 words.

I awaken. Before my feet hit the floor, my glasses are on my face, destinations on my mind, and my heart is beating furiously. A quick glance out the basement window high on the wall - all clear.

Slipping quietly from the stranger's house, I am gone, he is dead; and I remain one step ahead.