Kenny dropped the pliers to the floor. ‘He doesn’t know anything.’
‘He knows,’ Jack said, standing. ‘He’s trying to be noble.’
He lifted Jimmy’s bloody head by the chin.
‘You could save yourself a lot of suffering if you just tell us where she is, Jimmy.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Is she really worth it? She’s just like all the rest; she’ll use you then walk away.’
‘The last time I saw her was Thursday morning in her apartment.’
‘And then?’
‘Then nothing.’
‘Try the hammer this time, Kenny.’
‘But I don’t know anything!’
‘This way we’ll know that for sure.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, this one's creepy, Rob! And really well done, too. I could see this one being developed into a story.
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