Watching from the shadows

I followed her carefully, all in black it was easier to merge into the shadows. The tree-lined street my perfect disguise. Occasionally the earth would shift beneath my weight, it would send a noise out into the night, but her own heavy footsteps and sharp breathing covered any sounds I would make. Creeping closer and closer I could smell her scent drifting towards me, the sweet perfume was mixed by another scent one she didn’t even realise she was exuding, fear. She should feel me near her, but I wonder if that just made her rush even more.
                    She reached the corner and took the opportunity to glance back to the shadows. I knew she would do it and I stood silently waiting. Her eyes caught mine. The bright green of them startled her for a second and then she smiled at me. She hurried away again but I could move quicker than she could and easily caught up. She didn’t know it yet but she needed me to follow her. As she neared the underpass that headed back to her tired estate my hair began to stand on end. This was it, this was the place.
           The first shape stepped out of the shadow forcing her to slow. She moved to the other side of the road and continued forward when a second shape appeared. She froze. The two shapes turned towards each other and then simultaneously began to advance towards her. She took a step or two back, her mind confused. As she came back out of the underpass the two shapes emerged from directly behind her, stretching out to grasp her. I took the moment to surprise them and drop out of the tree I was on, clawing at one of the shapes as I fell. As soon as I reached the ground I hissed and stepped towards  the other, but it vanished back into the darkness of the underpass and away. The other stumbled backwards moving into the recess it had appeared from. I turned my head and looked at the girl, my green eyes held strong. She came towards me and placed her hand gently on my head.
                    “Aren’t you a clever cat to save me?” she cooed at me, and although normally I would hate it, I allowed her to. I already felt the connection with her, even though her change hadn’t yet begun. Yes, I definitely was meant to be her familiar.

Originally written for Mystery – this week’s Writers Quote Wednesday Edgar Allan Poe - Mysterious Cat WritingWriting Challenge #WQWWC with this amazing Edgar Allan Poe quote, but unfortunately I didn’t quite get it finished on time. So hopefully Ronovan won’t mind the slight adjustment so I could add it to his Friday Fiction Challenge using the surprise them.

The Note #5 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction

Welcome to “The Note – A Case for Sarah Bradley” serial, to catch up on the story so far click the links below:

The Note #1 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction.

The Note #2 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction

The Note #3 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction

The Note #4 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction

I have never written in the detective/mystery genre before so just having a bit of a dabble. I hope people enjoy. Any feedback greatly appreciated. KL


Sarah finally managed to get her sobbing under control. Jeff had walked around her car and climbed into the passenger seat. It made her a little nervous to be this close to him, his green eyes looked straight at her concern filled yet they still seemed to possess that mischievous glint that she adored. She looked away, trying to focus.

“I’m s…sorry Jeff. My little brother Danny’s in trouble.” She shuffled uncomfortably in the chair then looked back towards him.

“What do you mean in trouble Sarah? What kind of trouble?” He put his hand gently on top of hers. She took a big sigh and held the sob inside her that was desperately trying to escape again. Her lip trembled and her eyes glistened.

“That’s the thing, I don’t even know. Nothing is making sense. I’ve got to find him.” She turned the key in the ignition, silent tears now flooded her face.

“Sarah stop.” He leaned over her and turned the ignition back off. “You know I can’t let you leave don’t you? You can’t even see to drive, can you?” He shook his head, his hair swaying as he did it. “Look get yourself cleaned up, come into my car and we’ll see what we can do, okay?”

Sarah nodded and leaning over him opened the drawer of the glovebox. She stopped as she realised she was inches from his face. She smiled as much as she could muster, fighting back a wave of emotions.

“Sorry, I should have waited ‘til you got out. It’s a little tight isn’t it?” Sarah managed her voice now slightly husky from the crying.

Jeff lowered his head to reach the door handle but Sarah miss-reading the sign leaned in further closing her eyes she kissed him. Jeff realised her mistake and gently pushed her back.

“Sarah, no.” His low voice filled with concern. Finding the handle, he got out of the car. Before he closed the door, he turned back to face her. “Sarah, forget that happened. Come to my car and we’ll sort this. I’ll help you.”

Sarah nodded and watched Jeff retreat to his own car. How could she be so stupid? She had to focus on finding Danny.


This was originally written in response to Friday Fiction prompt brought to you by  ronovanwrites – Epic Fail prompt.

Ronovan also has a great post on GL & PSS to help improve your writing.
My stats for this post are: Word Count: 367 Words, GL: 3.1 and Passive: 0%

The Note #4 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction


Sarah raced down the road. She had already been through a red light, her mind played a little warning reminder about the promotion she had been trying to get but she batted the fleeting thought away. Her little brother Danny was in that gold car up ahead and she had to get to him.

As another traffic light flickered from orange to red, Sarah put her foot down then glanced at the car about to cross her, an elderly couple sat in it, she would easily get past them. Just as she made midway across the junction, a cyclist appeared in front of her. It must have been down the side of the old couple’s car and Sarah hadn’t seen it. She stomped on the brake and swerved the car causing it lock into a spin. A lorry on the other side of the road stamped on his brakes as Sarah spun into his lane, the screeching sound of the brakes echoed across the buildings surrounding them and Sarah closed her eyes awaiting the impact.

When nothing but car horns and a strange silence filled her ears Sarah opened her eyes. The elderly couple and the lorry driver were both climbing out their vehicles. Sarah followed. Her heart pounding as she noticed the young man on the bike laid on the middle of the road. As Sarah walked towards him, she noticed his backpack laid in front of her car, she lifted it from the ground surprised at its weight. She took her phone from her pocket and dialled an ambulance, her mind on automatic pilot the police procedure for reporting the accident to the emergency services took over. As she hung up, she noticed the lorry driver on the phone too. Sarah gulped as she stood in front of the young man, her heart began to pound as he began to move. A mumbling sound came from his throat.

“I am PC Sarah Bradley, you have been in a car accident try not to move. An ambulance will be here soon.” She looked down at the blood coming from his head. Another noise came from his throat.

“Can you tell me your name?” She asked looking around. The lorry driver and couple were now making their way towards her. The young man lifted himself up a little and the startling blue eyes that stared back at her took Sarah aback.

“Crazy Bitch”. The words came out in a slur but it was clear what he said.

“I…I’m so sorry.” Sarah began to stand back up as the couple came towards her.

“Hey, stay away from him.” The old man shouted towards her.

“It’s okay. I’m a police officer… It was just an accident…” Sarah began but the old man was already shaking his head at her.

“You’re a looney, that’s what you are. Driving like that.” Before the old man, finished sirens seemed to fill the hostile air.

“Come to lock you up.” The old man said snarling and pointing his finger at her. His other arm wrapped protectively around his wife.

Sarah turned and made her way to her car, climbing into the driving seat. She couldn’t catch Danny now. She would need a miracle to find the gold car. She didn’t have time to hang around here either. Not while someone was after Danny. Sarah glanced around at the young man now sitting up. His blood smeared face visible to her. The ambulance was seconds away for him and there was nothing she could do to help him now.

Her mind made up she put the key in the accelerator turning the ignition. As Sarah moved into gear, a police car pulled across the lane in front of her, stopping abruptly. As the police officer began climbing out the car, Sarah’s heart was pounding in her chest. Her mind replaying all she could lose, her job, her life but most important her brother. When the officer turned towards her Sarah sighed. It was Jeff one of the few male officers at the station who actually had the time of day for her. Behind them, the ambulance had parked up and the crew were loading the young man onto a stretcher.

“So, what do we have here, Sarah?” Jeff said as Sarah stepped out of the car.

“You honestly don’t want to know, Jeff!” Sarah managed to say and then burst into tears.

This is a continued short story from:

The Note #1 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction.

The Note #2 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction

The Note #3 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction

I have never written in the detective/mystery genre before so just having a bit of a dabble. I hope people enjoy. Any feedback greatly appreciated. KL

To Continue Reading Sarah’s Story – CLICK HERE

A Friend Shows Up – This was written in response to Friday Fiction prompt brought to you by  ronovanwrites

Ronovan also has a great post on GL & PSS to help improve your writing.
My stats for this post are: Word Count: 734 Words, GL: 4.7 and Passive: 0%

The Note #3 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction


“Dammit,” Sarah got out the car outside the college gates. The thought that she may have been quicker walking niggled away at her, she tried to push it to one side, as her eyes shot back and forth across the car park. Danny was nowhere to be seen. Where is he?

Slamming the door shut, Sarah began walking around the benches and picnic areas. Student’s eyes seemed to follow her every step which wasn’t helping the feeling she was being followed. Giving up her search amongst the students, Sarah hurdled the steps into the college’s grand entrance and made her way towards the reception desks.

Waiting patiently Sarah couldn’t help glancing around. This place was impressive, much better than the evening college she had attended. It made her feel sentimental, without their parents around she wanted to give Danny all the chances of a good life that she could. Eventually, the older receptionist waved her over.

“Can I help you, Dearie?”

“Yeah, I’m here for my little brother Danny. Sorry, Daniel Bradley. I need to see him.” Sarah paused and under the watchful gaze of the receptionist realised it didn’t sound right. “We’ve got a family emergency.”

“Okay, Dear. Let me have a look where he’s at.” The old woman began typing away at the pc, but the more she clicked, the more her greying eyebrows began to furrow. Sarah began to feel nervous as the receptionist glanced towards her. The receptionist stepped away and mumbled something to the woman next to her. The woman leant over, checked the screen and nodded sharply once.

“I’m sorry. It appears Daniel is no longer with the college. He withdrew from the course over a month ago.”

“A month ago…” Sarah’s mouth hung open, the little gasp of air escaping seemed to be the only function her body could do while her brain processed this. A month ago? Why would he lie? Where was he now?

“Okay, thanks.” Sarah managed to get the words out. Although the effort seemed to take all her body had to offer. She sucked in a deep breath and headed back to the car. Once inside she hit her steering well with her fists several times “Dammit Danny.” She shrieked to herself, then laying her head on her hands she let out the hollow sob that shook her whole body. She had no idea where deep inside her the noise came from but knew she had to release it.

When the noise turned into tiny snuffling sounds, Sarah sat up and searching in her handbag produced some tissues. Pulling the visor down she cleared the residual makeup from her eyes and blew her red nose. God did she look a mess. Rummaging back in the bag, she pulled the few make-up pieces she had with her out, concealer and mascara, it wasn’t much but it would do. Leaning closer to the visor she sorted her mascara first then just as she was dabbing the concealer under her eyes, a reflection in the mirror caught her attention. It was Danny’s bag, she was sure of it. Turning around she was just in time to see the bag and Danny’s dark hair disappear into a grey car. Sarah threw open the door and jumped up shouting Danny at the top of her voice, but the head didn’t turn and the car pulled away from the kerb.

Getting back into the car Sarah slammed the door and putting in the key she stomped her foot on the pedal, her mind focussed on one thing, she had to get to Danny now.

This is a continued short story from:

The Note #1 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction.

The Note #2 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction

I have never written in the detective/mystery genre before so just having a bit of a dabble. I hope people enjoy. Any feedback greatly appreciated. KL

To Continue Reading Sarah’s StoryCLICK HERE

A lie is told – This was written in response to Friday Fiction prompt brought to you by  ronovanwrites

Ronovan has a great post on GL & PSS to help improve your writing and aim it towards the right groups (all of which can be achieved in word – who knew!). Hopefully I have set that up correctly, if so, my stats for this week are:
Word Count: 601 Words
GL: 5.3
Passive Sentences: 2%



The Note #2 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction



Sarah walked through the back door into the kitchen. Her heart immediately sank when she saw the wet shine on the laminated floor. Where had it spilled from? Please, not Danny. The lump in her throat continued to grow. She flickered on the light and could spilled milksee that a milk cartoon laid on its side.


No Answer

“DANNY?” Louder this time but still no answer. She glanced at the clock. He shouldn’t have set off for college yet.

Sarah glanced around the kitchen searching for any clues. She carefully stepped through the doorway into the living room. Nothing looked out of place. She ran up the stairs and into hers and Danny’s room. Sarah’s heart picked up the pace to match the unnerving voice in her head. Normally she relied upon her inner voice but today she just wanted it to shut up, she didn’t want to hear what it was saying. In Danny’s room despite the mess, nothing seemed out of place. Sarah walked to the computer; she could see the power was on. Moving the mouse the bright background shone to life and Sarah could see a chat box open. Sarah’s heart leaped into her throat as the words “Meet you outside the college,” flickered at her over the bright lights of the screen.

Hurdling the stairs two at a time she made her way to the front door as she reached it she could see a piece of paper sticking through the letterbox. As I pulled it out, I could see it was just like the first, my name appearing with no surname. My heart now pounding so loudly it echoed around in my head. I unfolded the paper, mockingly a single sentence in bold black type stared back at me.



This is a continued short story from: The Note #1 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction. I have never written in the detective/mystery genre before so just having a bit of a dabble. I hope people enjoy. Any feedback greatly appreciated. KL ❤

To Continue Reading Sarah’s StoryCLICK HERE

A spill occurs, what do you do next? Use your imagination for what a spill is.

This was written in response to Friday Fiction prompt brought to you by  ronovanwrites

The Note #1 – A Case for Sarah Bradley – Fiction


“Morning Sarah”

“Morning Beth,” I say happily making my way past the receptionist. I had been mentally preparing for the interview all morning. I was ready for this role and I would make the chief see it. There was no way it was going to one of the “boys” again. I’d more than proven myself, I was smarter than most of the idiots in this station and it was about time they knew it.

“Sarah, two seconds I got handed an urgent note to pass to you.” I stopped and turned back to Beth watching as she began ruffling through the stack of letters and notes on her desk. I glanced at the clock as subtly as I could. Beth didn’t need a hard time from me, being one of the few other females in a very male police station. But I needed to get to my interview, I had to keep my head in the zone.

“Oh, here it is. Oh and good luck with the interview today” beaming happily she passed me the envelope. Strange, it was just my name, not my surname and it was typed. I opened the envelope with a sense of unease, something wasn’t right. Within seconds, I was on the floor of the reception sobbing and trembling uncontrollably. Beth was beside me.

“Sarah are you alright? What is it?” She glanced nervously back and forth between the reception door, the office door and my tear-stained face. She knew if the guys saw me like this I wouldn’t be around much longer. Pulling me gently so that I was hidden on the floor behind the reception desk, she gently took the piece of paper from my hand. She scanned it her mouth dropping open. It was an arrest report with my little brother Danny’s name featuring throughout. No reporting officer’s name featured. At the bottom in bold black writing was three words “FAIL THE INTERVIEW”.

“What are you going to do?” Beth gasped.

“I don’t know…” I lowered my head and began sobbing again. Beth was about to speak but was interrupted by the phone ringing.

“Yes sir, PC Bradley?” I saw her look down at me and I shook my head. There was no way I could go through with the interview now.

“Sir, she had a family emergency. Did I not give you that note? Very sorry sir, she needed the meeting urgently postponing”, I heard Beth lower her voice, the huskiness echoing around the tiled room. “I told her that shouldn’t be a problem for you sir, I know how friendly and accommodating you can be, I’ve already moved it in your diary for you”. She winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. Then she rolled her eyes and said, “Yes sir, I’d love to get lunch with you” this was followed by a clearly fake giggle. “Okay see you later Tom”.

Putting the phone done she muttered something I couldn’t quite hear under her breath but it sounded like the word pig. She spun in the reception chair to face me. “Right Sarah, I’ve brought you some time. You have until tomorrow to find this asshole. You are the best cop in the station Sarah. If anyone can do it you can. Now get up and get out of my reception!”

I stumbled to my feet quickly wiping the lingering tears from my eyes and pulled the arrest report off the desk. Heading towards the door, I turned quickly and said, “Thanks Beth, I owe you one.”

“You sure do, lunch with old Tom Murphy, you owe me two! Now get out and get this sorted. We need some more woman running this place.”Dusting myself as I walked out the door I realized Beth might just be the smartest person in the station.

To Continue Reading Sarah’s Story –  CLICK HERE

You’ve just been handed a message that makes you drop to the floor, trembling uncontrollably.
Friday Fiction prompt brought to you by Ronovan Writes. I did go over my word count a little with 636 words but was enjoying this story starter and have a few ideas for where it might lead. 

I have never written in the detective fiction genre before so any feedback much appreciated. KL ❤