Note: The following piece was written as part of crime writer Patti Abbot's drabble challenge. Patti has published numerous short stories in various literary journals and crime zines and has released a short-fiction anthology entitled Monkey Justice. Visit her blog pattinase for more 100-word stories.
Eventually, they returned to rest at the old church. The encroaching grasslands didn't surprise them. But two boys squatting on crumbling pews did.
"Here's the story," the big one began, eyes winking conspiratorily in an overfed face.
The smaller child stared, engrossed. Blanche held a finger to her lips. Jasper nodded.
The fat boy continued: "The old beau there by the pulpit. Bang. Bang. Got both of 'em."
Jasper shook his head. "No. Not there."
The little one whirled. "You hear something?"
Blanche whispered, "We should go."
"Nah," the fat boy laughed. "Just us here."
And then, suddenly, it was.
The Dry Places by I Saw Lightning Fall
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