Saturday, July 22, 2017


The man was tied to the chair, his face and shirt bloody.

Harry tugged down the gag.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Do I look okay?’

‘What happened?’

‘What do you think happened? They tied me up and worked me over.’

‘But what’re you doing in my garage?’

‘How the fuck do I know? I didn’t pick the venue! Now, can you untie me before they return?’

‘They’re coming back?’

‘To finish what they started.’

There was a noise outside.

‘Quick. My hands.’

Harry started to tug up the gag.

‘Hey, what’re you …’

He slipped out the rear door and ran.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, that's a nasty twist there at the end, Rob! This one's nicely done, indeed.