Very short stories!
Patrick’s Burgers - 100 words
Party Time - 250 words
“Heard about Patrick’s burgers?”
“What about them?”
“The new recipe’s to die for!”
Starving, I rush to Patrick’s cafe.
“One Patrick Burger please.”
Paddy handed me a burger. It was flavoursome. Chocolaty texture. Greaseless.
“Fantastic! What’s the secret?”
“My special mince, it’s a family recipe!”
Over many months, I gorge on hundreds, until one day finding, ‘Police, Do Not Cross’ tape around the restaurant and a grim looking policeman guarding the cordon.
I approach a reporter, “Is Paddy alright?”
“He’s been arrested.”
“His family’s missing, presumed murdered. They’re not sure where he’s hidden the bodies. Rumour is . . .”
Saskia put on her sexy lingerie.
“Mum and I are off,” her dad called from downstairs, “Remember! Head down, exam tomorrow!”
Her parents drove off. Mark emerged from the shadows on his Kawasaki, he removed his crash helmut. Saskia dressed up to expectation, smooched Mark, took the helmut and clambered on the back of the motorcycle. They sped away.
At the party, Saskia and Mark drank, smoked and cavorted. Saskia’s virginity had long gone, but that night, locked in that room, at that party, she was ravished. This and not English A-Levels was what youth was for. Saskia felt alive.
Conscious that this feeling could only be maintained by beating her parents home, and that their movie was finishing. Saskia persuaded a drunken Mark to take her back. They raced through dim lit streets at ninety.
A car pulled out of a junction, the lethal cocktail of alcohol and speed meant Mark’s evasive reaction was too late. They ploughed into the passenger door of the BMW. Saskia was catapulted, landing violently in a garden bush 30 yards down the road.
Saskia awoke in hospital, to blurred silhouette of her father.
“Dead! No helmut.”
Saskia welled up, “Where’s mum?”
“You hit our car.”
“Dead! Mark’s body smashed into her.”
Saskia through tears looked at her dad. He was in a wheelchair, legs missing.
“Oh daddy, I’m sorry.”
“You need to be strong!”
“What’s the point? Everyone’s gone!”
“For the unborn baby.”