Micro-fiction: The Reveller

An entry from my micro-fiction series where I write a story of exactly 50 words

“She just was lying there, like she’d been washed up,” said an onlooker, smirking, revelling in the tragedy. I didn’t want to engage, so I carried on home.

I turned on the TV and caught the end of the local news. They shared a photo of the victim — the reveller.