The Other Five Percent
Word count: 100
They did it themselves, the kids. Billy was the oldest, at ten, so he balanced the lightest, Rufus, on his shoulders while Max and Sadie steadied them. But Rufus was young and it was all very confusing so the word was spelled wrong. It didn’t really matter; no-one came around here anyway so they knew they were ninety-five percent safe.
“Why ninety-five?” Max asked.
Sadie cocked her head to the side and placed an insouciant finger on her young, ruby lips.
“Because Maxie darling, there’s always the possibility.”
Across the street, camouflaged by bushes, a man with a knife waited.