Another 100 word story. The theme for this week’s 100WCGU is ‘… the line was drawn…’
The Green Line
As promised, the line was drawn down the middle of our street. Someone told me it was young Billy who did it, late last night, using some green paint he’d found in his dad’s old shed. It wasn’t a very straight line, far from it, but it would do. As the sun rose over the terraced houses on our estate we gathered, out of sight, armed with our bricks and bottles. We stood there silently, each of us watching that green line. We knew, before long, one of them would try to cross it. When they did we’d be there.