Carson and Mikey had been exploring the abandoned breaker’s yard for the past hour, wandering through the half-picked cars, sitting behind steering wheels, clambering up mountains of junk. The place was every boy’s idea of a cool place to play – life-size toys, interesting nooks and crannies, hidden from prying eyes.
Carson tugged open the door of a shipping container and stepped inside.
At the far end was a wooden chair, ropes coiled around its legs.
‘Hey, look, a mannequin hand!’ Mikey reached down and picked it up.
‘I don’t think that’s …’
Behind them the doors swung shut.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.