Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Thirty-Two

Whatever the weather, Brian could be found sitting on his chair with his worm dangling in the pond. So far as he could remember he had never caught anything, but it wasn’t a bad life, and all the folks who passed him would stop and have a chat. Everybody liked the little man, who was invariably cheerful and whose round eyes sparkled with friendly merriment.

All was well, until one breathless day in August when disaster struck. The bigs got into a quarrel while playing croquet, and an angrily discarded croquet mallet decapitated Brian. 

His body kept right on fishing…

©️jj 2019

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