Here’s my latest story on the Storgy website. The readers chosen title this time was Bring Me My Shotgun.
BRING ME MY SHOTGUN
This was the best Christmas present Kevin ever received.
Even better than the Superman costume when he was ten. Though that outfit didn’t survive long. Not once Shaun Peterson got his hands on it.
Avoiding Shaun at school was a skill; one Kevin thought he’d perfected, until that Friday. It was dress-as-you-like day – though Kevin was the only one to turn up in fancy dress. All the others kids simply wore their favourite clothes, having long outgrown the concept of imaginary play. At least in public.
Intrigued by an eruption of noise, a passerby stumbled upon a chanting mob of children in a back street.
‘Hey,’ he yelled.
Spotting an adult in their midst, they scattered – leaving behind a tiny figure, spread-eagled on tarmac in skin-tight red and blue.
‘Oh my God, Kevin,’ said his mother, when he hobbled into the house.
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