Word Bohemia September Writing Challenge: Day 25

Today’s Word Bohemia Challenge…

Image via David Vale

Image via David Vale

Amid the buzzing of cicadas and the beating of hummingbirds’ wings, Franklin sat, slumped over his cocktail.

“I didn’t mean it, uncle F,” the boy gibbered, “It was an accident.”

He shook the old man, hoping desperately he’d wake up, but the slick of blood that soaked his hand told him the truth. Franklin wouldn’t ever drink another julep, swear at the maids or throw rocks at the monkeys.

He didn’t hear Annamaria. She, like all good servants, moved with silent steps. But the silence shattered as she dropped the tray, her mouth open wide in horror.

“You killed him!” she screamed. “My god, why?”

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