‘There. It’s a body.’
Kevin prodded the black plastic bag with a long stick and it bobbed between the reeds.
‘It’s not a body, it’s just some rubbish.’
‘I’m telling you, I saw fingers sticking out.’
‘You’ve been watching too much Lewis and Midsomer Murders. They always have nutters finding bodies in bags. It’s just some crap that a litterbug has dumped.’
He speared the bag, piercing the thin plastic and dragged it to the bank, the stick creating a tear, exposing an arm.
‘Shit,’ Kevin exclaimed, jumping back.
‘You think it’s real?’
‘I think we’re nutters.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words