Saturday, March 19, 2016

Breaker's Yard

Carson and Mikey had been exploring the abandoned breaker’s yard for the past hour, wandering through the half-picked cars, sitting behind steering wheels, clambering up mountains of junk.  The place was every boy’s idea of a cool place to play – life-size toys, interesting nooks and crannies, hidden from prying eyes.

Carson tugged open the door of a shipping container and stepped inside.

At the far end was a wooden chair, ropes coiled around its legs.

‘Hey, look, a mannequin hand!’  Mikey reached down and picked it up.

‘I don’t think that’s …’

Mikey yelped.

Behind them the doors swung shut.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, creepy!! I can see that being extended into a prologue for a longer story, Rob; I'm already drawn in.