Shona pulled up her collar. A fine mist gathered around the group, complicit in their betrayal.
Everything about death was cold. Light leaves the eyes. Blood stops flowing, warmth dissipates. But this arm, though limp in her grasp, felt warm.
She wished she could turn back time. Just an hour. Before it all went wrong. She knew they were on the point of no return as they tossed their friend into the shallow hole in the ground, and covered her with dirt. Shona watched till the dirt piled high, then they patted it flat and covered it with dry leaves.
100 words
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the awesome Rochelle where we’re challenged to write flash fiction, an entire story with beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less.
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Fajr, Books & That First Cuppa 
I loved the sensory details and the mini-plot. Well-crafted. A delight, though chilling, to read.
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Thanks Kecia!
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Such a sad tale. Spurs a memory of a long ago time in a long ago place.
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A beginning of a thriller maybe. Thank you 😊
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Hauntingly atmospheric
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Thank you. The photo felt that way to me.
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Dear Fatima,
This will come back to haunt them all. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. It definitely will haunt them. Could go in all sorts of directions and wrong turns.
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This friendship will have a secret to hold it together. Very well described. They will probably be haunted the rest of their lives…
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Keep them together or drive them apart if it makes them distrustful of each other. Thank you Dale.
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This is a chilling details… such a conspiracy will never hold I think…. and I cannot help thinking what happened.
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Hopefully they will turn on each other as the distrust takes hold and get what they deserve. Perhaps a bunch of teenagers wanted to teach their friend a lesson and it went horribly wrong, and they cover up their misdeed.
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Very chilling.
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I could see this as the opening of a thriller. A gang of kids is so much more potent than singles.
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Thank you Christine. I just might develop it further, see where it goes. 🙂 You’re right about gang of kids too. They can be dangerous and irresponsible.
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I think it’s that need to show off, to prove yourself just as tough as the rest.
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I love the description. Well done.
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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I sure did.
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Great story! Left me wanting more.
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Thank you Amie!
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The ending does a great job at reinforcing the thought that everything about death (and this murder) is cold.
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Thank you Magaly! That’s the effect I wanted. I’m so pleased it came through.
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But the arm was still warm! Did they check for a pulse? I do hope she wasn’t buried alive.
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They didn’t check for a pulse. It hints that they probably wanted to get rid of her, to hide whatever misdeed took place before. Despite some regret, they didn’t want to be found out. Thank you for the photo Liz 😊
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At least she feels a little remorse. Glad I’m not in that circle of friends. A chilling story.
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