Swatted

‘Police!  You’re surrounded!  Come out with your hands on your head!’

‘What the fuck?’ Reggie glanced at the window and the strobe of red and blue lights.

‘If you’re not out in thirty seconds, we’re coming in.’

Reggie opened the front door to find half a SWAT team pointing guns at him.

‘Get down on the ground!’

Two cops bundled past him.

‘Where’s the woman?’

‘What woman?’

‘We got a 911.  A violent assault.  Possible homicide.’

‘There ain’t no woman.’

‘Down!  Now!’ 

‘I bet it’s those Callaghan kids again.  Last week it was pest control.  Week before a dozen pizzas.’




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.