It’s late July,1966, in Chicago.
Muriel and Gloria spot a terrifying sight.
“I know they’ve got Richard Speck already,” cried Gloria, “but I still can’t help losing control!”
“He’s that moron who tortured eight young nursing students to death,” replied Muriel. “He was high as a kite.”
“You have to admit that is one odd sight!” stammered the former. “Do you think it’s some copycat bastard?”
“Do you have to bring that up?” Muriel went on. “That always happens.”
Trembling uncontrollably they go home and try not to dwell on their fear.
“Let’s stick together all day,” Gloria suggests.
Thanks to Janet M Webb for the photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for her help each week in Friday Fictioneers.