IN HIDING

 

IN HIDING

The police answered the alarm call too late.

While officers scoured the grounds, Jeff from Forensics did his work, kneeling on the blood-soaked Persian carpet, his bag of tools on an onyx table.

He jumped as a book fell from a shelf, revealing a scared face, but it was just a cat. He made a note to call Animal Control.

The body went to the morgue, the police ended their fruitless search, and the isolated mansion fell silent.

Nobody heard the children’s cries from the panic room – no-one was even aware of its existence, let alone the codes to open it.               

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The way my mind works often surprises me! Dale's photo made me think of secret rooms concealed behind bookcases, and from there we have this story. Thanks to Rochelle as always for running Friday Fictioneers for umpteen years, and for posting the prompts that get our minds working.   https://rochellewisoff.com/  Go to her blog to read other stories - or to write your own.