‘Well?’
‘Nothing.’
‘What about the lights?’
‘Maybe they’ve just left them on to deter burglars?’
‘Well, it’s not working. Let me have a look.’
Dave shuffled Kenny to one side and placed his eye to the scope. A farmhouse door came into focus.
‘Jesus, it’s like we’re ten feet away. Where’s their car?’
‘Dunno. Gone?’
‘Come-on then, let’s get in-and-out before they return.’
The two men started along the track.
‘Hello lads.’ A man holding a shotgun stepped out from the trees. ‘Mighty things, aren’t they?’ He touched his binoculars. ‘Great for spying on car lights bumping along isolated lanes.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
Oh, I like that twist at the end, Rob! Those poor guys are not going to have a good night...
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