Watching you, watching me

‘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.