Yup, it’s flash fiction time again!
As always, this is based around Laurence Simon’s weekly challenge for the 100 word-stories podcast. It’s a great exercise for writers – writing a good drabble is a lot harder than it appears, but is still a “small” task so you can get around that idea of it being too much work. And then you get a random (and often bizarre) writing prompt to shoehorn you out of writer’s block! Go read the rules for the Weekly Challenge and participate! Heck, Chris the Nuclear Kid does when he remembers to (and I can drag him away from video games)!
Heavier each time.
The sheep scattered. They could have said something, could have told him to turn around (all things spoke in those days). But they had seen their fate on the stone, and searched for the serpent instead.
Hot splatters bounce once on too-dry soil, then sinks.
Up. Down. Until his brother’s chest no longer moves those directions. The murderer digs his brother underground. The flesh will give a good harvest.
He will lie tonight with Mother to help fill the Earth.
And when the harvest comes that fall, Father will finally love him best.