Saturday, March 18, 2017

He was here

The door swung open, held by a middle-aged woman.

‘He was here.’

‘Mrs Davies, I …’

‘Why are you persecuting us? Why aren’t you out there, catching real criminals?’

‘I’ve just come to …’

‘You’re always picking on our Darren just for being a kid.  Why can’t you leave us alone!’

She started to close the door.

Carter jammed a foot in the gap.  ‘Mrs Davies, it is about Darren ...’

‘I told you, he was here.’

‘He’s in hospital.’

‘What did you do to him?’

‘Nothing. But a guard dog at White’s didn’t realise he was home all night.’ 

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That last line packs a good punch, Rob. And I do like the interaction. Well done