Saturday, September 15, 2012

Man on a Mission

‘Harry?  Hey, Harry, where you going?’

The man didn’t reply.  Just bustled his way past a cop standing guard at the door.

Landers glanced down at the body again.  She was barely beyond her school years, naked except for a blue-green silk scarf wrapped round her neck.

‘Fuck.’ He hurried from the house. 

Harry had almost reached their car, a clapped-out Ford that looked at home the neighbourhood.

‘Harry!  Wait.’

The big man yanked open the driver’s door.  ‘He’s a fucking dead man.’

‘Take it easy, will you.’

‘A dead man,’ Harry repeated, dropped into the car and sped off.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Rob - Whoever did that to the poor girl is in greater danger from Harry than he is from the cops...