Whispering Silence

This is the beginning of a novel i am writing…let me know what you think

In the whispering scilence there was not a sound to be heard. And then the screaming began. Now before i get ahead of myself allow me to tell you something. I was neither the victim nor the criminal. I was a witness. A witness to something i was pursued for. I don’t have much time left, so i will tell you as much as possible. It began with a scream. I was sitting in the playground under the tree when i looked up to identify the source of the scream. A small girl in a pink sundress and one white sandel on. Holding her under one arm the man in the fedora and trenchcoat had his other hand inside his pocket. After hearing her frightened screams ” he’s not my dad!!!!!” coming from her five year old daughter she came running. Then she fell. The hand came out of the trenchcoat and pulled the trigger. The panicked look on her face mirrored her daughter’s when she fell. I sat there in shock. What had i just seen. He looked at me, i tried to pretend to read my book but he locked eyes with me. He mouthed, “You’re next” and swung the girl over his shoullder. And then he was running….