Stories of the strangler in the park had the police were on edge, so the moment the report of movement in the park came in, they rushed into action.
The police found him standing over the statue with a sledgehammer, cackling. The arms were on the ground. The man was still laughing as he turned, swinging the sledgehammer.
“I had to do it, you see,” he said.
“Put the hammer down!” a police officer shouted. He reached for his gun.
“No.” The man held up his hand and shook his head.”You… You don’t understand. I had to stop her. I had to – ”
Propelled by gunpowder and fear, the bullet struck and the man said no more.
Death was instantaneous. Sledgehammer and man flew backwards, landing by the statue’s feet.
The last thing he saw was the smiling grey face.
There were no more stranglings after that night.
Stranglers need hands.
Word Count: 150
Getting this into 150 words was a real challenge!
This is for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and to phylor for providing the prompt photo!