Five – 99 word flash fiction
Genre – Thriller
He brandished the gun and waved it about in a manner in keeping with his crazed state. Gagged and bound, ten eyes were trained intently on the barrel of the revolver, their gaze as frozen as their bodies.
“Five little sausages frying in the pan”, he sang creepily and taking aim, “one went POP and another went BANG, then there were only three little sausages frying in the pan”.
Two bodies slumped forward as he skipped up the cellar stairs, humming the now bone chilling children’s rhyme to himself.