Re: 100 word short story competitions
The chap across the road is mad you know. Dangerous. And a killer.
I hear a noise outside. I take a shuddering breath.
Face pressed against glass I stare out.
Yes .. he’s out, shuffling down his path, dragging his wheelie bin. A streetlight shines on this macabre nocturnal scene. Something pokes out of the top. A human leg. Now I know real confusion. Doesn’t he know they refuse to take it if the lid is not properly down?
Behind me my padded cell door opens. Startled, I jump.
“Time for your medication Morty’ says a soothing voice. “Spying on Fred West again? ’
104 words
(Blowed if I could figure out where to get rid of 4 words).