Tony sighed and rolled his eyes.
‘I hit him once in self-defence. He was drunk and looking for a fight.’
‘You admit you killed him?’ The seated cop asked.
‘What? I just told you, he attacked me. I punched him once.’
‘Once was enough.’
‘This is a joke, right?’ He glared at each cop. ‘I barely touched him.’
‘However you clocked him proved fatal. Were you in the military, Tony?’
‘No.’
‘How about martial arts?’
‘No. There must be some mistake. I punched him once then ran.’
‘And he dropped dead. Manslaughter.’
‘Manslaughter! He attacked me!’
‘And you killed him.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Well-written exchange, Rob. And it is funny how one punch can do it...
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