PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
My weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers where every week we write 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt. For more stories and to add your own, click on the froggy!
We watched with held breath as the front end loader dislodged the roots of the two-year-old oak. Two years had passed since Richie disappeared, most said a runaway, always a problem kid. Then came the anonymous note to the sheriff: Kyle killed Richie.
Wood crackled. Dust sprayed. Men with shovels dug. Then we all saw it, the faded scarlet backpack. His mother screamed, fell sobbing to the ground.
They say knowing is always better than not knowing. Maybe. I should have written sooner. I was scared Kyle would kill me if I told, but he’s gone now too. I’m sorry.