For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #96, where we write about this photo from Victor Moriyama at the New York Times:
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.