"Can we throw this away?"
Chloe stands in the doorway holding Gilham's old coat.
"It smells like rotting flesh."
"Put it back."
Gilham loved that old coat.
"My grandmother killed this musk ox with her bare hands," he'd boast.
Gilham was World Champion of Bullshit.
Molly misses him desperately.
This is the sixteenth 50-word story in the Humpbuckle Tales series. Each Tale is designed to be an independent story, but each story is part of a much bigger tale.
You can find all of the stories reblogged in one place - in the @humpbuckletales account.
On Monday I will be publishing an author reading of the first 10 tales. I will be then publishing an author reading every other Monday.
This is not a contest, but if you write a fifty word microfiction story (or a Zapfic of any length - 99 words or less) feel free to tag me. I'll read it and if I like it you'll get an upvote and a reblog.
Have a fantastic day!