For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #96, where we write about this photo from Victor Moriyama at the New York Times:
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It was nonsense, it should never have happened. Jarrod had spent the evening at the cinema with his new girlfriend, Davina. Ever the young gentleman, Jarrod had offered to walk her home afterwards. A wrong turn, and Jarrod recognised, within a gang of youths, some boys from school. Rough boys, you didn’t mess with them, Jarrod had learned.
Too late, they spotted Jarrod. And Davina. What’s he doing with a girl from our estate? Jarrod and Davina tried to get past, amid some taunts. Then, the wrong look, a glint of steel, and Jarrod dropped, groaning in the street, his white tee now stained with blood. Beside him, Davina was shrieking.
In the apartments opposite, lights gradually flicked on, so people could see the cause of the disturbance.
Mister Bump 
This is great story telling and rings of truth.
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It’s scary here, London especially, that it happens so easily.
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I can imagine
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Wrong place at the wrong time.
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There’s a time to walk past — and a time to turn around and run. 😦
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great story. It could end in tragedy or have a happier ending!
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absolutely, keep ’em guessing 😆
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It is scary if you’re a teenager and your face just doesn’t fit!
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It does kind-of make you wonder, when you don’t really need to “do” anything.
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WOW! What a great take on the picture prompt!
Loved it. 🙂
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