We're not all savages

Craddock placed his hands on his knees.

‘Jesus, Craddy,’ Kiley said. ‘What’s the rush?’

‘He’s … he’s in Mulligans.’

‘Who is?’

‘Halligan.’

‘Mickey Halligan’s in Mulligans?’ Kiley was already heading for the door.

‘Hold up, Tom,’ Carter said. ‘You want to go charging into Mulligans on Paddy’s day? It’ll be bedlam already. We go in there and it’ll turn into a riot.’

‘So, what do you suggest?’

‘We wait until he leaves, then trail him back to his hidey hole.’

‘Great, hours of boredom as everyone else gets pissed. I’d prefer the riot.’

‘Yeah, but we’re not all savages, Tom.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.