The Coat

The Coat

March 9, 2020 Off By Lisa

Frank hurried along the street with arms crossed and back to the wind doing his best to ward off the cold. The calendar said spring, but it was still a cold hell most nights for those who made their beds on the streets.

The wind picked up the corner of a coat sleeve on the sidewalk ahead, mimicking a wave of invitation. Ignoring what appeared to be bloodstains, Frank slipped the coat on and watched in astonishment as his surroundings shifted to a scene fifty years in the past. He tried to make sense of his sudden displacement, calculating the approximate date by the movie title on the theatre marquee and the make and model of the cars parked along the street.

A knife flashed in the gleam of the streetlamp as Frank turned, raised his arms in an attempt to ward off the blows, and looked straight into the eyes of his murderer.

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Written in response to this week’s Six Sentence Stories challenge, hosted by Girlie on the Edge. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in just six sentences. 

This week’s cue is COAT.

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