‘Is that what I think it is?’ Josie pointed at the frozen surface of the lake.
‘What do you think it is?’ Mark asked, staring at the dark shape beneath the ice. ‘A log?’
‘It could be, I guess.’ Mark edged down the bank and tapped a foot on the ice.
‘What are you doing?’
‘It’s pretty thick.’ He stepped out.
‘That’s probably how it ended up down there!’
A concentric set of cracks radiated beneath his feet.
Suddenly he dropped through the ice. In his stead the frozen torso of a woman bobbed in the hole.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.