Dribbles are 50 word Flash Fiction.
Drop Dead
Sitting at the bar, scrolling through messages on his phone, he was oblivious to the woman to his left. Nursing an empty beer glass, she bumped his elbow, apologized, and got the no conversation vibe. He finally looked her way when she fell to the floor. Then he shouted "Mom!"
Locked In
It got cold as she neared the end of her hike. She pulled her sweatshirt hood up, tiptoed through the water near the dam, got to her car. Only two others in the parking lot. She turned on the heat and drove off. At the locked gate she stopped, crap.
Alternate ending:
Stopping at the locked gate, she screamed.
