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