Saturday, February 11, 2017

Let sleeping dogs lie

Tony crashed the sledgehammer onto the concrete base four times in succession.

The pickaxe slid into a deep crack and Mike levered up a thick chunk.

The two men worked methodically excavating the site.

Tony stamped down the spade, levered it back and threw soil to one side.

‘Looks like an old boot,’ Mike said, hooking the leather with the pickaxe.

‘Still with the foot in it.’


The two men stared at the stained bone.

‘Now what?’ Mike asked.

‘We move the body.’

‘We what?’

‘Only pa could have put that body there.  Better to let sleeping dogs lie.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, nice, strong ending, Rob! Makes me want to know what Pa was like and who the body was. Well done