I was nine when I killed for the first time. I stabbed a man in the chest with a kitchen knife while he slept. An hour earlier he’d beaten my mother unconscious. I made a full confession, but my mother made a counter-one and was convicted. I was sent to my grandparents. Fifteen months later my grandfather died of asphyxiation. It seems that a belt can be used for more than whipping young boys. I then disappeared into the night. The third man I killed thought he could sell my body to a rich man. I’ve killed five times since.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
4 comments:
I think what makes this particularly powerful, Rob, is how understated it is. Really well done!
I felt sure this was a novel I'd read - helluva lot in 100 words.
I want to read the rest of this tale ......!
Thanks for the comments. Probably the quickest drabble I've written. Just flowed out in one go and came to 101 words. A quick edit and then pressed publish. It's funny how some do that and others are a bit of struggle. I wouldn't mind knowing the rest of the tale as well!
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