The coroner scribbled in her notebook. “Is that twenty-five feet? Thirty?”
“Twenty-seven.” The factory supervisor scratched his neck. “Will there be media?”
“Certainly.” She snapped her notebook closed. “You’ll need a new line of work.”
The crew fished the head from the giant vat of orangeade.
“Horrible way to go.”
This is my entry for @jayna‘s awesome 50 Word Story Challenge this week. The prompt this week is “pop.” Not a huge amount of character arc in this, but I really enjoyed the imagery of this vignette. Hope you do too.
@thinknzombie