Today I have reprised a story from 2018.
Rewritten for The Unicorn Challenge where
we are urged to get creative in 250 words or less.
The photo below is our inspiration; this is my story.

It was Labor Day Weekend – the end of summer vacation. Margaret Wilson and her boy Sam came to Atlantic City to visit the legendary Steel Pier. There were barkers selling salt water taffy and cotton candy, minstrel shows, a water circus, and the famous Diving Horse, specifically trained to charge up a 60 foot ramp to a platform atop the pier where a woman, clad in a smattering of sequins, leapt onto its back just before it plunged off the pier. Horse and rider flew through the air, hitting the water to the applause of the delighted throng waiting below.
But one didn’t have to venture far from the boardwalk to sample less wholesome activities – brothels catering to every whim, gambling dens and criminals engaging in terrifying shootouts. However today was a holiday. Children played gleefully while parents made small talk … the start of school the furthest thing from their minds. Nothing could spoil the day.
Suddenly the shattering sound of gunshots erupted. People screamed and scattered as gun-wielding robbers ran from a pawn shop shooting wildly. They jumped into a waiting car and took off. All was silent until a piercing wail rose to the heavens and everyone turned to see Margaret Wilson cradling the body of little Sam, shot in the heart by a stray bullet. Inside his jacket pocket was a folded essay now stained with innocent blood –“How I Spent My Summer Vacation”.
The police arrived, removed mother and child, and the band played on.

NAR©2025
250 Words
This is “On The Boardwalk (In Atlantic City)” by Dick Haymes

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Oh, how sad. The juxtaposition of the two worlds is striking, next door to each other. Unfortunately, these tragedies happen way too often. Excellent writing, Nancy!
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Thank you, Brenda. I am very appreciative.
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So sad.
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What’s really sad is this sort of tragedy happens all the time.
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I know it’s a sad reality. Guns in the hands of people with no purpose in life.
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The last line is the one that condemns us all, inured as our society has become to tragedy – or is it compassion fatigue?
Skillfully written, Nancy, the twist shocking and that last line…
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Yes, Jenne – we have become hardened to tragedy and heartbreak which is itself heartbreaking. How people can remain unmoved by the daily events going on around them is beyond my comprehension. Thank you for your very kind and generous comments, Jenne. They are much appreciated.
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Oh v. sad, Nancy.
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It is, Chris. I’m blaming February!
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I had a feeling it would end badly, but I wasn’t expecting that!
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We never do, dear Keith.
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That twist, so cool & detached. Maybe we’ve always been a bit cruel to our fellows, after all? Well done, Nancy.
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That’s a sobering thought, Liz, and I hope you’re not right but a little voice is telling me you probably are. Thanks so much!
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Poignant detail at the end, with the essay. Story details that leave a lasting impression with readers – certainly this one! Thank you, writer Nancy. 🙏🏻
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Thank you, dear Michele. 🥰 Your comments and compliments are always graciously inspiring. ☺️
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🥰🙏🏻😊
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The detachment of the final paragraph, the sense that no one wept or even knew who they were, takes this to a whole other level, Nancy. Well done.
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Thanks very much, Mitch. I remember writing this story back in 2018; it was one of my first stories as a relative newbie on WordPress. The original version was a bit longer and I felt enormous pride when I read it on my post. These are the thrills we writers get, the sense of knowing we wrote something worthwhile. Thanks, again.
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We don’t have boardwalks in the UK, we have piers…..same difference, I think? 🙂
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Not sure, Glyn. Here a boardwalk is a walkway along a beach or waterfront, typically made of wood. If you’re at a beach, chances are it has a boardwalk. We have A LOT of piers in the US. A pier can sometimes be found at the end of a boardwalk. It’s a structure supported on pillars leading out to sea. Take a look at THIS
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We do have several wooden piers which are similar to your boardwalks Nancy.
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Oh, such a sad story, but a lovely painting of the scenes.
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Thanks so much, my friend.
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So sad Nancy.
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It truly is, Di. So tragic when something like this happens.
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Such a waste of life, and the killers got away.
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My Eight Grade class trip was to Atlantic City, and I always thought it was a special place. Did you ever see the dancing chicken? I thought that was so much fun seeing the chicken come out and dance to some music when the curtain opened up. After the chicken was done dancing, grain would be dropped on the floor as the payment for her performance. I didn’t realize how cruel this was when I was watching it, as in order to get the chicken to dance, they had the floor electrified. The only reason that it looked like it was dancing was because it was constantly getting electric shocks, which made the chicken move its feet. It was still a fun place and not everything about it was cruel, but I bet that horse had no desire to jump from that height.
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Animal cruelty has been going on since the beginning of time. It’s horrible and the way the chicken was treated in your account is reprehensible. My story is set in the 1920s but is still relevant today. Sadly, animal cruelty and drive-by shootings are alive and flourishing.
I never went to Atlantic City as a child; my first visit was in 1973 with Bill and we’ve been there a few times since then but only for the gambling and shows. It’s been a long time since we were in AC; we’re a little closer to Mohegan and Foxwoods and the drive is infinitely more pleasant.
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I went there once to claim a $500 NJ lottery prize and a few times to play the slot machines. I did spend three weeks there in 2012 working on a carousel conveyor at the airport for baggage pickup.
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AC was (and maybe still is) a dicey place. One time we were there, Bill left the casino and drove to one of the shops about a mile from the boardwalk. He needed a dress shirt but I’m not sure why he didn’t have one with him. Anyway, he bought the shirt and was just stepping out the door of the store to go back to his car when a shootout occurred! He ducked back inside until the police arrived and he could safely leave. Funny, I just recalled that incident; perhaps that subconsciously prompted the shooting in my story.
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A good friend of mine who was a bookie went to AC with his wife. They were both coke snorters and he was also a dealer, so he had a lot of blow with him, which was stashed in his suitcase. The hotel valet delivered his bags to the wrong room and when the other guest opened up the luggage, the hotel called the cops, and he spent six months in jail for this mistake.
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Wow! That’s some story!
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Well, that went dark quickly!
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Faster than a speeding bullet, so to speak. Thanks, Sally
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There once was a boy full of cheer,
Who spent his last day at the pier.
With taffy in tow,
He watched the show—
But fate had a darker idea.
A holiday wrapped up in fun,
With horses and high dives begun.
Yet crime had a say,
And stole him away,
As bullets replaced the sun.
The band played on through the night,
Ignoring the tragic sight.
A tale to be told,
Both heartless and bold—
A postcard in black and white.
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Welcome, Chuckster! Are you the Weird Al of WordPress? I hope so; please stick around. I totally enjoyed your poem based on my story. Just be warned…..I will not be sharing any of the royalties with you. 😂
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Weird?!? Certainly. Are there royalties in this blog racket? I’m just in it to feed my inner exhibitionist!! 🏄♂️🕺
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Honestly…..so am I! 😎
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Ooohh man, this is sad and scary 😢 but very well written as usual, Nancy! Catching up here 🙏 Hope you are having a lovely Saturday ✨ 💕
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This is an oldie, cut down to meet the word requirement. It was also one of the first stories I wrote for WP and I’m pretty proud of it …. sad and scare though it might be. Truth be told, I prefer the longer version. Thanks for your very kind comments, Laura. I really appreciate them! ☺️
Welcome back! 😎
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Thank you so much, Nancy! 🙏
And you’re so welcome! ☺️
Yeah, sad tales need to be told sometimes. I hold back on some of mine and I know I shouldn’t. Unfortunate as it is, real world and all.
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Unfortunately it can’t all be sex, drugs and R&R! 😆
Thanks again, Laura!
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Oh what a tragedy
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It’s a sad one for sure, Sadje.
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🥲
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Wow and didn’t miss a beat, sadly!
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Nothing to see here. Just keep moving. Sad indeed, Cindy.
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That’s for sure!!! 👍🏽
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Oh no! Such a sad story, Nancy … I think a classic piece of band music is required …
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That was excellent, dear Ivor! Thank you! ☺️
Isn’t it amazing how most Beatles songs are instantly recognizable after hearing just a few notes? 🎶♡
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Yes indeed, Nancy 🎶😎😍
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Another tragic tale of a young life lost in your seemingly gun-obsessed country.
Touching tale, Nancy (if that is still your name!)
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Wouldn’t it be amazing if weapons just didn’t exist?
And on that note, you may call me Pollyanna.
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Welcome to America. Nicely told
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Boys and their big toys. It’s a global plight.
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I’m an Alaskan where guns are a part of our everyday life and big toys have very little in common with gun play in the streets. I think that’s where the problem comes in.
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The manufacture of guns is big business. Whether used for hunting game for consumption or picking off innocent children in the street, they all stem from the same place. While I’m not opposed to guns when used in the manner you describe, it’s far too easy for anyone to get their hands on one.
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Agreed.
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