“bark” : a 100-word story

Grandma had to be locked in the coal shed last night.

The vicar was over for tea and we – dressed in our Sunday best  even though it was Tuesday – were under strict instructions not to embarrass Mum.

Just after the cream cakes were served Grandma started growling.

I thought it was a joke, at first – even though Grandma never makes jokes – but then she started barking and baring her teeth.

The vicar pretended not to notice, until Grandma bit him on the arm.

Mum had to drag her off the poor man.

He needed ten stitches and a rabies shot.

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“Bones”

Hooper sighs as another local hard man, all muscles, scars and attitude, strides up the town hall steps. 

Not long ago this man would have occupied a stool in one of the seedier taverns, or a bench in the drunk tank stinking of booze and other people’s blood. 

More likely the former followed a few hours later by the latter.

He nods at the sheriff, who reluctantly hands the man a rifle. 

“Good luck.” 

“I won’t need it.” 

Hooper watches the man leave, holding his weapon like a club. 

Hooper sighs again. 

They’ll be scraping up his bones tomorrow morning. 

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