The kid was in the water, gasping for help. The brother jumped in. It was freezing. He reached the kid and put an arm round him. He looked and saw a channel where the ice had broken. The kid was lifeless. He had to be quick. The cold was forcing his lungs shut. He surged for the bank and rolled the kid onto the grass where the friends wrapped him in their jackets. The kid let out a moan and started to cry. He was looking at the water and shaking his head. The brother’s body slipped beneath the surface.
‘Wicked’: a 100-word story
The man in the costume hire shop frowned at her.
It’s got to be the right one, she said.
But witches are all similar.
I’m sorry. I can’t guarantee it.
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There were thousands of people along the road.
Have a can, said Matty.
Yeah we can. It’s a special occasion.
I’m dressed as a lion; how can I be serious?
Riot shields, guns, armoured cars and horses. If it wasn’t the Wicked Witch Of the West then there was no point dressing up. A man punched the sky. She felt like she might cry.
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