Two Birds | A 100 Word Story

#229 On the second day…

When the lights came on everyone wondered who screamed. There were no little girls among them. Just four disinterested boys. 

“Perhaps it was Felicity,” said the manager at the far end of the dining room. “Sir Martin Bell’s daughter. Disappeared when she was just nine. He took his own life after searching for a decade with no hope.”

“Morbid,” one of the guests said, clutching her boys to her bosom.

“Where’s Frank?” another asked.

“I think he’s outside, auntie Dotty.”

Everyone gasped at the sight of a body surrounded by red snow while two white birds pecked at his eyes.