Saturday, January 27, 2018

Front grill

Kiely double-parked next to a police cruiser, its lights flashing.

As he exited, a uniform yelled. ‘You can’t park there!’ Quickly followed by ‘Sorry, boss!’

The sheriff approached a fireman whose yellow hat was tipped back.

‘How the hell did it get up there?’ He gestured at the car, most of which had penetrated the second story wall above a pizzeria.

‘Good question,’ Jones said. ‘Beats me.’

‘Anyone injured?’

‘Just the driver. Scared a mother and her teenage son half to death. And a man half-killed himself choking on a slice of pizza.’

‘Miracle he wasn’t eating a front grill.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Now I really want to know what happened to that car and how it got there, Rob. Really engaging story.