Word was out that there would be animal abuse and drinking. Definitely drinking. Children would be welcome.
Cars started arriving with little ones spilling out. Smiles, hugs, and greetings abounded. Despite the predictions, everyone was happy. A stout stick was issued to the children.
Time to swing at the piñata.
N.T. Franklin writes after his real job hoping one day to have it be his real job. He writes cozy mystery short stories, nostalgia short stories, and Flash Fiction. When not reading or writing short stories, you might find him fishing or solving crossword puzzles.
She’d been screaming, calling out. He’d no way of knowing how long. Maybe all day. She’d stopped when the front door slammed shut behind him.
The house was silent now. He stood and listened, as if for signs someone had heard.
Satisfied they hadn’t, he headed down into the cellar.
Nick Pullen lives in England, plays the horses and watches the fights.
There, by the pond, was the prey. Taking careful aim, I killed it instantly.
Ever since the drought three years ago things had been bad. Really bad.
Global warming? More like global meltdown. But survive we had.
Throwing the twitching body of the boy over my shoulder, I headed home.
Tony is 54 and lives in Manchester, UK. He became interested in 50-word stories after helping his son with his homework, and enjoyed the challenge of bringing a story to life in so few words.