No Name

‘Well, if it isn’t No Name,’ a middle-aged man said, exiting a SUV.

‘Mr Tyson,’ No Name said, veering to the far side of the pavement.

‘Where do you think you’re going, No Name?’ Tyson grabbed his arm.

‘To work.’ 

‘Not today.  Today we’re going for a little drive.’

‘But …’

‘But nothing.  Get in the car.’

‘What … what’s the problem?’

‘You know how in the movies No Name never makes it to the end of the picture?’

The man nodded, shoulder’s slumped.

‘Let’s see if you can at least get to the next reel.’

‘But …’

‘Wrong answer.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.