My hand rested on the top of my Colt Dragoon, fingers wavering over the white vinyl grip.
Being a cheating scoundrel, he’d draw at two. They always did. Which meant I’d have to draw and fire at one.
I tipped my hat in his direction.
“On the count of three…”
Maxwell is a 9th grade student who has problems understanding tablets so sticks to books and his 2002 flip phone.
Until today, Lucy avoided her Grandma’s parting gift, an old, worn-down pencil that sat on her desk. Today she picked it up and held it.
She drew birds; a jay flew past. She drew a boat, then heard waves crash. Her eyes lit up.
She drew Grandma.
The doorbell rang.
Lyman Brubus has published dozens of words in his writing career.
I had intended to do the draw for the winner of the contest to win a print copy of Fifty-Word Stories: Volume One today, but my schedule isn’t allowing for it, unfortunately.
So the draw is postponed until tomorrow (Tuesday) evening. I’ll post the results here and on Twitter. Thank you to everyone who entered!