My 50 word story
The windows rattled in the ferocious wind and the ground was soaked from the monsoon-like downpour. Nothing to be gained by going out; everything to lose. Better to stay inside even without electricity. Then, miraculously, the rain stopped, the wind abated and the power returned. The world was good again.
My 100 word story
He stood silently watching, hands resting on his shovel. His safety helmet was once white; his Hi-Vis vest was once luminous orange. His workmate, similarly clad, was busy with his shovel and was by now almost out of sight. With monotonous regularity a lump of earth landed beside ‘the watcher’ but he maintained his position indifferent to the incoming debris. A hollow sounding voice came from the hole “I’m done”. The watcher put down his shovel, reached into the hole and helped his colleague out. They stood together admiring their work and agreed that it was indeed a perfect grave.