Day 165 – Her – 50 Word Story

The rancid smell of death tears at his eyes, and he tightly clutches at the handkerchief, firmly pressing it against his nose and mouth.

A radio comes to life with a screech, “Bannister, answer me god damn it!”

He raises the mouthpiece to his dry, pale lips, “I found her.”

 

 Keep and eye out for the 50 Word Story Extended version, or, if you’re feeling game, try to extend it yourself…..

2 Comments Add yours

  1. James says:

    Ah, but did he find her and kill her or did he find her already dead? Probably the latter since she’s begun to decay.

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  2. There are those who swear that Vicks Vapor Rub under the nose is the way to go in such situations.

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