‘Did you hear that?’ John whispered.
‘Hear what?’ Ned hissed back.
They were creeping round a small store on a suburban high street, a dark apartment above.
A stair creaked.
‘Oh fuck!’ John muttered, heading for the backdoor they’d forced open.
The lights switched on, revealing the two hooded intruders.
‘Stay where you are!’ a man shouted.
‘Run!’ Ned yelled.
They exited into a dimly-lit laneway.
The night air filled with the explosion of a shotgun.
‘Oh fuck,’ Ned moaned. ‘My arse!’
‘Keep moving! If we get caught, it’ll get a worse seeing to in prison.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.