“It’s all agreed then, Jimmy will go first.”
“Why me? Shouldn’t it be one of you bigger ones?”
“You’re the one with the bread Jimmy. You’ll be fine. We’ll be waiting here when you get back.”
Jimmy looked back at the gang as he edged his way down the dark alley. They stood there, urging him on. With the stick of bread held out in front of him, Jimmy disappeared into the darkness.
Minutes later a low growl was followed by sounds of munching, then a loud burp. The boys waited until it went dark but Jimmy never came back.
Categories: 100-Word Stories
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