‘You’re trying to tell me this was an accident?’
Carter waved his hand at the dead man, a small-handled axe buried deep in his skull, but kept staring at the nervous youth.
‘Ye, yes.’
‘Okay, explain it to me.’
‘We were throwing axes at a target.’ The youth pointed to a large hay bale, two axe handles protruding. ‘He stepped out in front of me. And …’
‘He walked in front of you knowing you were throwing an axe?’
‘He thought I’d finished.’
‘He couldn’t count and you couldn’t see him?’
The youth shrugged.
‘He axed for it, did he?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, what a last line, Rob! And just enough mystery there that you could actually expand it into a story if you wanted (i.e. was it really an accident). Nicely done
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