It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
His legs and lungs were on fire. He’d been running for fifteen minutes and they were still on his tail.
Manhattan was no place for a getaway. So damn busy! He couldn’t ‘port if someone was watching: his power required privacy.
Out of options, he burst through the door of a diner and headed for the restroom.
The cubicles were occupied and the startled man at the sink gawped at him.
Hearing shouts, he ducked behind the door as it was kicked open. It obscured him from view for just long enough. He was gone by the time it closed.