We’re not losing any more

‘There’s four dead in the corner field.  One ewe and three lambs.’

‘The O’Connor dogs.’

‘Probably.’

‘That’s that then.  I’m getting the gun.’  He headed for the farmhouse. 

‘Tom.  You can’t just go and shoot them.’  Mary trotted after him.

‘I damn well can!  They have a taste for it now; they’ll be back for more.’

‘We’ve no proof it was them.’

‘It was them.’

‘It could have been a fox.’

‘Foxes kill for food, not for fun.  They’ve been loose in the field before.’

‘It could ...’

‘We’re not losing any more.’  He lifted the shotgun from its case.




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.