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Five-word messages to send beyond the grave, for the Daily Inkling’s prompt.


“I said they were poisonous”

To next-door’s kid who ate the holly berries.


“The pic didn’t come out.”

To your bestie who was in a selfie accident at the top of the Eiffel Tower.


“It wasn’t your size anyway.”

To the girl you stabbed in the January sales.


“I said the bus stops.”

To your grandad knocked down up on the main road trying to flag down a coach full of Dutch tourists racing to make the last ferry to Rotterdam.


“I thought I’d filled it.”

To your brother who dived into the empty swimming pool during a drunken party.


“Pitbulls are rarely just smiling.”

To your brother after he agreed to hold his dealer’s dog for a minute.