The Chief Inspector scratched his head in puzzlement.
First it was the mysterious corn circles, now the bodies of the local youths were spread throughout the field. The deaths were like nothing he had seen before.
The way the bodies were laid on the ground made it look like they were running away from something and then frightened to death, going by their expressions.
There were no inhabitants for miles.
“If only you could talk?” He said to the scarecrow.
The scarecrow’s evil grin widened behind the Chief Inspector’s retreating back.
© Tania Dias
http://chroniclesoftania.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/
Comments
wildeimagination | June 28, 2012 - 18:23
what happens next?
insertponceyfre... | June 28, 2012 - 19:01
I like the ending!
scratch | June 28, 2012 - 22:11
Hi Chronicles, welcome first off. I like this piece in particular the ending. One tiny observation if I may? I suggest looking again at the end of the first line - question the necessity of "in puzzlement" if the Inspector scratches his head you have already told us that he is puzzled the omission would force us to make our own picture and increase our involvement in your story.
Please remember that this is only my own subjective opinion on your already good work.
hudsonmoon | June 28, 2012 - 22:14
Yes, welcome. I enjoyed this. Hope to see more.
Rich
ChroniclesofTania | October 26, 2012 - 15:10
Good spot. Thanks!