‘We all knew it was going to end in disaster,’ Jane said, staring at the revolving red and blue lights. ‘She’s a two, he’s an eight. Beauty and the beast.’
‘But they seemed so in love,’ Callie said.
‘He must have had some kind of hold over her. I never liked him. Poor Karen.’
‘Ladies,’ an approaching policeman said. ‘One of you called 911?’
‘I heard shots. Is Karen okay?’
‘No. She …’
‘I knew it, he killed her!’
‘He saved her. Tackled an intruder, took three bullets. Touch and go whether he’ll pull through.’
‘Might be a blessing.’
‘Jane!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that is a good one, Rob. Along with everything else, I like its look at prejudice.
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