Alright, let’s get this 50-word show on the road, with a story themed on ‘Crime’. This was hellish to condense, but it stands at a mere 48 words which isn’t too shabby.
She stared at the sea as its cold, steely waves lapped against the shingles. That would be the last time her boss ever shouted at her for being late.
The distant alarms were louder now. She looked at her watch. Five seconds until meltdown.
Worryingly, Google showed me a news piece from this year that tells me there was an alert in July at Torness. If you need me, I’ll be digging my nuclear bunker in the back garden…