Broken boys


Dusk’s light touched the broken boys as they carried the body, wrapped in a thin sheet to the reservoir’s edge, where weeds grew thick and choking. Mosquitoes droned and magpies warbled and the boys moaned; a low lamentation.

As their brother slipped into the water the linen became all but transparent in the water; death and horror revealed. Bites, bruises, burns; brutal marks by brutal men. Below the waist a ruinous black void, dark with dried blood. Evidence of uncontrolled perversion sinking, joining unknown others.

Backs straighten as they return. A new steel resolve. An unspoken agreement.

No more.

Genre: Crime Horror

Word Count: 100 words

I found this one difficult to write. I had the idea early in the week but it took numerous takes to get to a stage where I’m even remotely satisfied with it. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m shying away from writing such an unpleasant topic, or whether the idea just isn’t working.

Anyway I’m happy for any critical comments. Let me know what you think.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers yet again, and to Erin for the picture this week. Check out the other stories here.




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