THE GIRL CAN’T HELP IT
100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Sandra Crook
First, Hilary brutally killed a stray dog with a large chunk of jagged terracotta. Second, she exploded a carthorse. Okay, Clopper was getting older but he still thoroughly enjoyed his nosebag. Third. No. We won’t mention the kitten.
Now Hilary’s killed her nephew. Twice.
The wee boy’s not happy. While he wasn’t too upset about being washed out to sea riding a dolphin, being dropped down a smelly dark well is totally unacceptable to a claustrophobic type. Hilary ignores him. Excitedly opens her laptop. It’s time to splatter the lad from a cannon.
After all, she is a creative writer.