A siren wailed, approaching at speed.
Karl tumbled from the bed, scrabbling for shoes.
The curtains lit up blue.
Jackie must have blabbed.
He bolted for the rear of the house as the car drew to a halt.
The back door was locked, the old kitchen window was boarded shut.
Something heavy hit the front door.
‘Karl!’ Sheriff Jenkins yelled. ‘Open-up!’
‘Shit!’ Karl tugged at the window board.
‘Karl, we made a deal!’
‘And you double-crossed me!’
‘And you triple-crossed. You’re a dead man.’
The door splintered at the same time the board tore free.
Karl leapt into the darkness.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Really attention-getting, Rob! It does make me wonder what the deal was between Kaarl and the police. Well done
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