When Lilly was a little girl the Manor hosted the annual Christmas fete.
Lilly remembers skating on the frozen pond.
Until that boy fell through the ice and drowned.
There were no more parties after that.
The Manor was sold a decade later.
It’s a psychiatric hospital, now.
This is the sixtieth story in the series of Humpbuckle Tales. Each story is precisely 50 words long. They are meant to be independent stories, but if you read them all you will find each one adds another piece to the puzzle – there is a bigger story that is being told.
Hive is a blogging platform that rewards posts in a cryptocurrency (Hive).
You will find over 70 more Humpbuckle Tales on the @humbuckletales Hive blog (so this blog is about 6 weeks behind)
On Hive I publish 12 stories per week (Monday to Saturday one story per day and then six 50-word stories in one post on a Sunday).
On HumpbuckleTales.com I also publish 12 tales a week but at a different schedule (and about 6 weeks behind): 2 Tales every day, Monday-Friday and 1 Tale on Saturday and 1 Tale on Sunday.
You can watch the author read the first 22 Humpbuckle Tales on YouTube or you can listen to it as a podcast.