She felt the chill in her bones, as the electricity in the air flashed like blue lights on a dark sky. Cottony clouds had vanished like abandoned puppies after the unexpected thunderstorm.
A faceless presence walked on Earth like the Devil clad in divine attire.
She could sense the movement of cops in the forest, separated from the buildings by barbed wire, waiting for a cue from her.
As they leapt over the fence with the agility of tigers, the shadow froze in a moment of perilous stillness.
It was the familiar ringtone that gave him away – the Police Commissioner.
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I love that rhetorical device, i.e. inadvertent ringing of the ubiquitous cell phone, have used it as well in stories… there is something ’21st C isn’t all that perfect’ about it. For all of the might capabilities of the solid state world, one wrong number (or in this case, right number/wrong time) and it all comes undone.
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Mobile phones have increased traceability for sure.
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What a moment to forget to silence your devices.
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True. 😭
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Not the police commissioner?!!
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Who is the hunter and the hunted? 😂
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Not the person she wanted to hear from.
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Certainly not. 😂
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😊😇
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Nice description: “the Devil clad in divine attire”
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Thanks, Frank! It is the same as saying “wolf in sheep’s clothing.” 🙂
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Ah ha, nicely done, Reena!
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Thanks, Chris! 🙂
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