Hi! Dear God, it’s been ages since I wrote FF, and I’m rather ashamed of myself for missing out and going off the grid like that, but when exams call, one has few options but to yield. Bleh! I think exams are mankind’s worst invention. To all those people who were sweet enough to leave me comments on my last two FF posts, I’m really sorry I couldn’t return the favour.
So anyhoo, here’s my 11th time writing FF a fun 100 word writing challenge hosted by our very own Rochelle, and the picture prompt this week was
Here are my 90 words 🙂
“Daddy, play with me.” Robby wouldn’t stop pestering Dan.
But Dan hadn’t meant to push his stepson away, hadn’t meant for the child to fall on the whirring chainsaw and die.
Dan fled his workshop to escape the sight of Robbie’s head rolling in a pool of blood.
He needed to think clearly. He needed to-
The playroom door creaked open. A small boy stood there, the moonlight illuminating the splatters of gore on his body.
Dan’s scream was drowned out by the moving chainsaw.
“Daddy, play with me.”