He was asking for it

‘What the fuck, Ryan!’

Ben glanced over his shoulder and continued to hustle his friend away from the pub. A crowd had gathered around a prone figure.

‘He was asking for it.’

‘No, he wasn’t.’

‘He was. Fucking wanker.’ Ryan rolled his neck, his body still buzzing with adrenaline.

‘Even if he was … You could have killed him.’

‘Good.’

‘You didn’t have to keep kicking him!’

‘Just leave it, okay. He’ll live.’

‘As a cabbage.’

‘He was a cabbage already.’

‘Jesus, Ryan. You’ll get time this time.’

‘I said leave it.’

‘Fuck. We need to get our stories straight.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.