It was a gunshot, sending feet scattering in all directions, over walls, down drains, through windows.
Ed’s feet stayed where they were. Soles glued to the wooden floor.
‘You, you sodding effing little-‘
Face red, eyes bloodshot, cheeks jowly, ruptured blood vessels, missing front tooth, three molars and a scar bisecting left eyebrow three centimetres in. Ed counted them all. Counted them, memorised them, put the memory away somewhere for later.
‘Whatcha doin’ outta bed?’
Three steps to the stairs, three steps to the edge of the landing, three steps to-
Thwap, thud, thwap.
‘You have our condolences.’
I’ve managed to find yet another creative writing prompt to throw myself into. Once a month Literary Lion provides a prompt with a 100 word limit. Similar to Friday Fictioneers and 100 word challenge, the idea is to craft your story in as few words as possible.
This month’s prompt is boys.
Thinks you could write a story in a 100 words? Why not give it a go!