This is my contribution to the weekly 100-word story group Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo prompt comes courtesy of the group’s host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. To find out how to get involved or to link to other contributions, click here
Kristina loved the abandoned railway station’s peeling paint and ornate metalwork. She traced her finger along a star-shape in the balcony mesh … and froze. A man was standing in the foyer below.
Four balaclava-clad men crashed in, spread a tarpaulin on the floor and threw the man down.
Within minutes they were gone but their gunshots had shattered Kristina’s only sanctuary. She eventually found the courage to leave by a back window.
The evening news showed an American diplomat missing from Germany. It was a face Kristina would never forget, but she was puzzled. What was he doing in this provincial Ukranian city?