187 at 708 Fulton
The confectionery was usually quiet at this hour. Tonight, it buzzed with blue and red lights, crackles of urgency and subdued police talk.
– Dispatch to scene, coroner is en route.
The storefront was made unusual by one lone man on the pavement, holiday red leaking from a single wound to his head, his Christmas sweater a sad reminder of the season.
– Looks like he had to get one last thing for their dinner. Wonder why he was the target?
Beside him lay the ruins of a gingerbread house, silent in the night.
I think the news of random violence has been in my mind lately. I am heading to Finland in the morning for a week’s visit. Happy holidays to all!
The photo prompt is courtesy of Jean L Hays. Links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers can be found here.
© Erin Leary