Written in response https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/22/wordle-589/
Danger, like walking over broken glass that’s what Tom thought in his moments of clarity. Lockdown, in some ways it was easier. Many, even walking their dogs, were on their own. His challenge to get anywhere near for murder.
To disrupt a routine, their timeline was like a piece of torn flesh. Ripped apart in the thrill of the hunt. Not much of a challenge and all the time in the world to learn his craft.
He would watch and wait.
Gathering his mind into a tidy ball of rope, tonight was the night.
Only, he should have chosen more carefully – the sharp fangs of the police dog now dug in his arm, deeper, without being able to escape.