For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Eugene Lim via Unsplash
She wasn’t a star, the proof, less than a quarter of the seats were taken, but it meant she wasn’t quite so carefully watched.
When her time was up, she wouldn’t leave by the athlete’s tunnel, she’d leap the barrier and run for the spectator’s exit where they would have a car waiting to race her away to freedom.
Leaping the barrier was easy; only a handful of people noticed the girl in the mauve leotard running past the attendants and out of sight, and none of them heard the shot that got her in the back before she reached the stadium exit.