I lost track of him somewhere along the way. In the overgrown field I think. But that was the plan all along wasn’t it? Drag him out here under the guise of picking watermelons and go home without him. Not very humane, but I can’t afford to feed him any longer. It’s better this way.
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This story was written for the 55 Word Challenge. Click through to see the prompt photos-I used all 3, but you need only use 1-if you’d like to take part and to read the other stories.
May 29th, 2014 at 9:49 AM
Very dark. Almost like the father’s side of ‘Hansel & Gretel’.
May 29th, 2014 at 10:31 AM
Adam, I agree it’s very dark but well written. —Susan
May 29th, 2014 at 10:56 AM
Wow, but you gotta do what you gotta do…
Well done!
May 29th, 2014 at 11:17 AM
Sounds like the protagonist is trying to convince him/herself.
This could be the start of something bigger - the son survives and eventually goes searching for the parent who abandoned him…
May 30th, 2014 at 12:50 AM
Dark, sad, and beautiful. I did this challenge too. Mine’s part of an ongoing series about a family.
https://dothedead.wordpress.com/2014/05/29/writing-limit-55-watermelon-season/
May 31st, 2014 at 1:53 PM
DAYUM! 😉