Thursday, 19 September 2013

The Devil's Alternative


The Devil’s Alternative

The shooting’s stopped.
I told him. He wouldn’t listen.
If the army couldn’t stop them, how would he, or our walls around the house?
They’ll be crossing the bridge about now.
“OK kids, time to come in now.”
Only three shells left in this old pistol.
“Quiet! We’re going to meet Daddy.”
Lord forgive me.

55 words

This story was written for Lisa McCourt-Hollar's 55 Word Challenge #75 
It received an Honourable Mention in the judging.
" Chilling story and gave me the heebie-jeebies."

No comments:

Post a Comment