The Wrong Category-Ending.

The woman started to run. With her high-heels clogging along the ground. She whizzed down the closest alleyway. There was Barry, still holding his face. As he stood up the street lamp caught the whole of his face. His blood dripping from the side of his face was as red as a tomato. He stopped. It was like he was having some kind of daydream. It must have been from the shock. A bit of tissue floating with the wind gently stroked the side of his face. It was as if this tissue made him regain consciousness. He bulged out his chest with bravery. The moon shone through the dark open sky. He could still hear her high-heels clogging. He took note of the sound. He tried to follow this. He saw an alley in the distance he sprinted towards it. As he peeked his head around the alley. It was pitch black, all you could see was at the end of the alleyway it was a dead end. One of the houses still had their, what looked to be like their kitchen light still on. This light shone just over the wall of the alleyway to reveal what looked to be like a woman. He picked up a rusty old spade that was lent against what smelt like a rotted old fence. He charged at the figure. Held the spade in the air and………

“BANG!” sounded the spade.

He pulled out what he thought was the woman, but. What he thought was the woman was actually a few bags of well-rotted manure.

He turned around with embarrassment.

“CRACK!”

There, standing where his body lay, stood the women. In her hand you could make an outline of a long square thing, possibly a piece of wood. You could hear what sounded like water dripping from a tap. This wasn’t water from a tap, this was blood dripping from dead Barry’s head.

You could feel the temperature rise. Birds were starting to sing and she knew that it wouldn’t be long before someone discovered the body. You could hear her shoes in the background knocking as she ran away into the distance.