Saturday, June 23, 2012

Fast Car

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


Anonymous said...

Rob - You do an especially good job setting the scene here! I really like this drabble!

Prashant C. Trikannad said...

Good one, Rob, weaving Chapman's song into the drabble. It needs some thinking.