Two Sentence Horrors

"It had to be one of us..."

I told Danny he could go out and play while I finished cleaning. An hour later, I found his bicycle lying on its side next to the street.

My foot broke through a floorboard, spongy with rot, in Papaw’s hay barn. An angry buzzing started as a sea of tiny black pills climbed my pants and an inferno lanced up my leg and over my whole body.

Pepper howled and pulled hard against the leash, ripping it from my hand. Warning klaxons drowned my cries as Daddy dragged me toward the bunker and Pepper chased a butterfly across the pasture.