She put a finger to her lips. His body stilled.
His body was already bruised and battered from fights earlier that night, but now the night was still, and he was thankful for the breather.
He tried to quiet his breathing, afraid to give their position away. Deep breaths turned shallow, losing their force.
It had been a long night, and here’s where it ended; 500 metres from his brother’s killer, the final showdown.
I’ve been wanting to try this one for a while, but I kept forgetting about it until today. 😀 Six Sentence Sunday