For our August challenge, The folks at Idiosyncratica have set us the task of writing a drabble, a story told in 100 words. Keeping a piece to an exact length is never an easy feat. One hundred words is just bonkers. The effort below was taken from a short piece I reworked.
One 4th of July, Nia told her visiting cousin that the smell of bonfires and the sound of firecrackers were the elderly being executed.“They gather them up at night in a van,” she said, her mouth full of cherry cheesecake. “Place them against the wall. And BOOM! Right between the eyes,” she signaled with a finger. A loud succession of explosions punctuated her words, confirming the lie.Later, after the cousin was reassured and Nia was relegated (what a wicked, wicked girl) to a picnic table to await suitable punishment, she still didn’t get what the fuss was about.