Second Amendment

In hindsight, he should have made them both stay on the porch while he put it away. Now, with the caution tape everywhere, and his mouth dry from answering the same questions the same way over and over and over again, he wondered how he hadn’t realized it to begin with.

He looked at Ryan, all of sweetly four, and at the shape under the white-turned-red sheet, half fitted into the black plastic zipper bag, and when the little one asked him if Daddy was okay, he kept his mouth tightly shut, but the screams kept falling from his eyes, anyway.

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Chuck Wendig, over at Terrible Minds, gives out writing challenges every Friday. This is one of those — A complete story in 100 words, something that makes you FEEL.
I’m not particularly happy with it. I fussed with it a lot, but it’s not what I wanted. I think I’ll try again.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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0 Responses to Second Amendment

  1. Ouch, that stomped my heart right to pieces.

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Anything about kids suffering… just kills me.

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