Day three: Write a story without dialogue

Large, cold raindrops pummelled the cobbled path in the village. The whistling wind threw wet leaves up in the air and ripped thin sticks off the tree branches. Dark, thin clouds blocked the dull illumination of the moon and thick fog shrouded the village in a cloak of mystery.

Walking at an unusually leisurely pace, a lone man strolled casually through the semi-flooded streets. His thin, leather jacket shone and clung to his figure, and his felt fedora had drooped under the weight of the hard hitting rain. Clutched firmly in his hand was a large, heavy briefcase that he swung back and forth with every step that he took.

As he neared the end of the street, a single lamppost sat on the corner of a bend in the road. Underneath this lamppost, a shadowy figure stood with his back against the tall black column that the yellow light sat on. The figure, although smaller in stature than the walking man, wore a large trench coat that was visibly dripping as drops of rain rolled off of it, and wore a red fedora that was also drooping. As the larger man approached him, the shadowy figure turned so that he was facing the other man head on. The larger man was unable to see the face of the man, all that he could see through the thick fog was a pair of bulging, green eyes, and reddish stubble that peppered the pale man’s face.

Checking his watch, the man’s stroll halted abruptly, before picking up again when he confirmed that he was at the correct location at the correct time. The smaller man began to walk towards the strolling man, rummaging in his pocket as he did so. When they met in the middle of the waterlogged street, the shorter man pulled out a small plastic card that read “Toby Newton”. The larger man brought out a similar card that read “Reece Richardson”.

An awkward silence fell between them, and Toby gestured to the briefcase in Recce’s hand. Reece gradually extended the hand holding the briefcase and Toby took it firmly. Reece held his other hand out expectantly and Toby put his hand into the inside of his jacket.

Reece turned his head as a particularly strong gust of wind threw a leaf into his face, when an immense pain ripped through his abdomen and a deafening gunshot rang through his ears. A strangled gasp came out of his mouth as he forcefully dropped to the concrete. Through blurry eyes, he saw “Toby” stand over him, holding a silver gun above him. Attempting to shield himself, he brought his hands upwards to cover his face, as the smaller man began to shoot more bullets into him, before disappearing from view.

The rainwater ran red as it swirled with the blood of the man sprawled on the floor, the ghost of shock still on his face.