‘I’m worried about that bag.’
‘Which bag?’
‘That bag over by the milk.’ Keith snaked out a long arm.
A suitcase was standing by the counter, the nearest person a few feet away.
‘It’s been there ten minutes.’
Keith headed towards the other patrons and started to quiz them. Nobody claimed ownership. Most shrugged, unconcerned. A couple left.
A man appeared and grabbed the handle.
‘Where the fuck were you?’
‘The toilet.’
‘Literally taking the piss, you idiot!’
‘It’s a coffee shop.’
‘In central London. D’ya really think the only Long Black you’re likely to get here is a coffee?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
I like that play on words, Rob. And that's a great scene, too.
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