I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Writing from a short story I’m working on.
Tom heard shouts from the other end of the park, alarmed he turned his head wondering if he could fend off a mugger. It was June and Joyce, an old married lesbian couple from a couple apartments down. They argued often, but mostly because they couldn’t hear each other which led to them mishearing each other.
Letting out a sigh of relief he looked back at the dark shimmer of the pond in the moonless darkness.
Some of the ducks moved closer to him. He spoke out loud as if they could hear, “I don’t have any breadcrumbs left guys. I’ll bring some tomorrow.” At least the ducks depended on him.
He was ready to turn around and go to his apartment when the ducks responded with a loud quack. It made him jump, tilting the scooter off balance landing both him and it in the pond.
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