McDermott watch the two torch lights dance. Then one disappeared, accompanied by a cry.
He switched on the outside light and exited the farmhouse.
A boy was hanging from the old chestnut tree by one leg. His friend was cowering behind a wall, unsure whether to stay or run.
The old man held up his phone and snapped a picture.
‘I could prosecute you for trespass. Get you locked up. Or ...’
McDermott pulled a hunting knife from a sheath.
‘I was in the army for twelve years. I know fifty ways to make people disappear. Understand?’
The boy yelped.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.