‘There.’
‘What?’
‘Roll it back a bit.’
Stennings tapped at the keyboard.
‘That’s it. From there.’
They both stared at the monitor.
‘There, did you see it?’
‘See what?’
‘The reflection in that window.’ Napier tapped the screen.
Stennings rewound the footage and played it again.
‘There.’
‘You think that’s him?’
‘Has to be. Freeze it and zoom in.’
‘Well?’
‘It’s just a blob. Like some alien.’
‘Or a ghost.’
‘How hell did he avoid all the cameras? It’s like he was never there.’
‘I bet the owner would like to know that as well.’
‘If he ever wakes up.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, I love the way you tell what happened here - in retrospect as it were. Thanks, Rob, this is great.
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