Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.
https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/50-word-thursday-30/
This is the story I wrote last week:
https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/50-word-thursday-29-blurred-instincts/

“She discovered it by accident on her fourth day at the lake.” –
Mary Kay McComas’ His Brother’s Keeper
Family Ties
She’d taken her summer vacations there. The beach and the lake, the old train station, the memories of her family came flooding back.
This was where, ten years ago, her brother had disappeared. Something inside her drove her back here. Some inner quest.
She discovered it by accident on her fourth day at the lake. It was a decaying, putrescent corpse.
She let out a scream. There were other people at the lake. One came over and put a towel around her shoulders.
She turned and said, “I think he’s dead”. As she said it, she realised how fatuous her comment had been. Of course, he’s dead, there’s nothing deader than a rotted body!
She passed out. When she came too, she was lying on the floor of a cell.
A guard dragged her to a desk and into a chair.
The uniformed man sitting opposite glared at her with cold blue eyes.
“We’ve managed to get some DNA checks done. Your DNA matches the corpse. I suspect he was your brother. Our witness said you told her ‘He’s Dead’. How did you know the body was male? The body was far too decomposed. So, you’ve come back to the scene of your crime, haven’t you?”
She felt the weight lift from her shoulders as she confessed. She’d always hated him, but crushing his throat with her hands had brought no pleasure. Her parents never got over the death of the son who they’d always loved more than their daughter.
[250 words]
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/December/2018
I have also included the following word prompts:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/rdp-thursday-putrescent/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/your-daily-word-prompt-fatuous-december-6-2018/
Eeww. Smelly.
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Putrescent is no perfume (Can you imagine ‘Putrescent’ The latest frangrance by Estee Lauder, but it for a friend this christmas) lol 😉
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The idea appeals. Haha.
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🙂
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A gruesome tale!
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I like a bit of macabre now and then. 🙂
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Yep, I can read that. 😱
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Oy. Not a happy tale at all. But a well-written unhappy tale 🙂
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I like to alternate and mix it up, some macabre stories, some fun ones. This was quite grim. I am glad you liked it. 🙂
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Ok, remind me not to upset you 😊Great take on the prompt
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Thanks, Deb, Writing is my outlet that keeps me smiling 🙂
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