SNAPSHOT (5-minute Freewrite)

a 5-minute Freewrite by A.E. Jackson

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My team worked fast. A snapshot of the murder weapon. A quick photo of the two dead on the living room floor. Another by the bathroom. Printed back at the precinct these would hold up on court or we'd be out of a job. That's just how it was on this beat.

A string of murders swept over our little town. More newspapers were sold in the last month than when Mayor Whalen was caught sleeping with Deacon Holden's wife.

Who was the SOB responsible? We had to find out.

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He ducked behind the thick bush. Close to his prey. Another open invitation. It was Summer and that made the game easier to take down.

But they spooked sometimes. So he had learned to be quiet. And quick.

She stepped from the adjoined bathroom, dropped her towel, and bent to retrieve her panties.

TWANG! Fast aim, full draw, flawless shot.

The sound of The Hunter's compound bow releasing a snapshot was music to his ears.

T H E E N D

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