Heist

‘Head left.  Keep going.  Now right.’

Lofty adjusted the headset.  ‘Are you sure?  Wasn’t I just here?’

‘No, no.  Head right.’

‘This is taking too long.’

‘Relax.  We’re beating the clock.  Okay and stop.’

‘There’s nothing here.’

‘The plans say there should be a door on the right.’

‘Well the plans are wrong,’ Lofty replied, tapping the blank wall.

‘It must be concealed.  Try searching for a switch or something.’

‘It’s just a smooth surface.’

‘Try shuffling along.’

Lofty pressed the skirting board.  It tilted in.  The floor beneath him snapped opened and he plunged down a narrow shaft.

‘Lofty?’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.