Kilt – A 100 Word Story

Yadda, yadda, yadda. You know the drill. Weekly Challenge here. Vote for my story, read the other entries. Listen to the audio production below, or this link if the player’s borked like in some feed readers. The background music is from Hopeful Machine’s Doom demo.

“I kilt Paw.”

For a moment, I expected the boy to present a bear foot dressed in Highland tartan. Instead, he held out a bloodied shovel.

“I kilt my Paw with this’n shovel.”

Cool filtered air blew into my isolation suit. I patted the boy’s matted hair with a gloved hand. “Where’s your mother, son? Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

The boy pointed to the locked root cellar. We both heard undead moans.

“Paw bit Maw and Sissy,” the boy said.

I drew my pistol. The boy stopped me with a hand, raised his shovel, and went in.

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