She stared across at the convenience store, lit with garish neon. The engine was gently ticking over, the radio playing Tracy Chapman.
‘You got a fast car. But is it fast enough so we can fly away ...’
He should have returned by now, clutching a bag of cash.
There was a shot, followed by two more.
Kenny appeared in the doorway, his white t-shirt stained red. He tried to smile, then dropped to the ground.
‘We gotta make a decision. We leave tonight or live and die this way.’
She sped from the parking lot, tears making her half-blind.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
2 comments:
Rob - You do an especially good job setting the scene here! I really like this drabble!
Good one, Rob, weaving Chapman's song into the drabble. It needs some thinking.
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