Bit of a sad story this week for Lillie's Five Sentence Fiction but these were the thoughts that popped into my head...
“You can’t fight back son, walk away and find a teacher.”
The stern tone of his mother’s voice was still ringing in his ears when Billy pushed him over in the playground the next day.
Marty didn’t throw a punch back; instead he quietly got up and looked around for a teacher, someone, any grown up to tell.
Finding none he walked purposefully to the bell and stretched up his hand.
When he realised he was never going to reach the tears started to fall.
If I wrote a sixth sentence I'd send someone to rescue Marty.
Who do you think I should send?