‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’‘We need the money.’
‘You could just sell it.’
‘It’s worth fuck all and we’ll get more this way. This’ll do.’
The car pulled to a stop and the two men exited onto the narrow lane. In the distance the city cast the clouds in an orange glow.
They pushed the car into the ditch, doused it with petrol, lit a match, then WHOOSH!
‘Fuck!’
‘Now what?’ the driver asked, mesmerized by the dancing flames.
‘We walk home and wait for the cheque.’
‘Walk? Fuck. The cheque’s gonna get there before us!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
2 comments:
Rob - Well done as ever! A nice "inside" look at why people do this sort of thing..
Very well done.
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