Rochelle sets us a one hundred word flash fiction challenge, prompted by a photo, every week. Come and have a go, if you think you’re bard enough.
Sobbing uncontrollably, almost unable to breathe, and staggering as she pulls herself up the bank, Carrie wails “Jimmy, oh Jimmy, thank God you’re here. It’s Dan. Don’t go down there. It’s horrible. His head must be smashed. There’s blood and brains everywhere.” She starts to retch as she falls to her knees.
Jimmy pulls her back to her feet and hugs her. “It’s OK Carrie, Dan’s alright. They’ve taken him to hospital but it’s just a precaution.”
Carrie pushes him to arms-length and stares, incredulous “..but the blood and brains, all over his windscreen!”
“No, it’s OK. He had seatbelt and airbag. That mess was his lunch faggots.”