Change is as good as a rest ....
A 100 word short story
New Year. New Me.
I used to like my work. Not anymore.
Stress. Long hours. Late nights.
Made me ill.
Time for a fresh start.
Getting all my tools into the skip is hard going.
Old Mrs Dyer stands across the road, in her floral dressing gown, gawping.
I wave.
She scowls and goes inside.
So rude.
As I’m shoving in the blood soaked torture table, I hear sirens approaching.
Damn.
Knew I should have waited until dark.
Or taken care of Mrs Dyer before changing career.
I grab my favourite axe from the skip.
New Year can start tomorrow.
Happy New Year!
So, I thought I would start 2025 with a gentle story about a friendly neighbourhood serial killer!
It was strange. Between Christmas Day and New Year’s Day, I managed to write seven 100 word short stories. Maybe the calm and quiet inspired me, but it was certainly different to the previous year where I struggled to write anything at all.
It means I’ve got a nice little backlog of stories to keep me going for a few weeks before I start a project I’ve been pondering for a wee while, but we’ll get to that further on down the road.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story. Like I said, there’s plenty more where this came from!
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
I like the light tone of the story matched with such a bloody occupation.
A good one, Daniel. Always amazed by what you manage to conjure up with a mere 100 words. The staccato bounce of this is so engaging and that ending is— well, to die for.