Many thanks to Rochelle for providing this week’s prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill
The bells chimed 3pm as I, Seb, Sally and Manny chased down the back street, laughing. The figure at the far end made us stop dead. Taller than any man, slender form cloaked by material that absorbed sunlight, it had a face none of us could later recall, although it extended a skinny index finger to unsmiling lips. The sun went in, we glanced up, and then the figure was gone. Cautiously we approached, found only a black cat sunning its belly.
Seb returned there the next day, a car hit him, and he died promptly on the 3pm chimes.