‘Look, before we go in, there’s been a complication.’
‘A complication?’
‘We couldn’t save the leg. We tried but it was too damaged.’
‘He’s lost his leg?’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Oh, god, poor Ben.’
‘He’d been shot.’
‘Shot? Not run over?’
‘Only if the car was shooting .22 bullets.’
‘Who’d want to shoot Ben?’
‘I think that’s a question for the police, Mrs Larkin.’
‘He’ll walk again?’
‘With a bit of recuperation. Come through, I bet he’ll be pleased to see you.’
The collie barked as she entered, his tail thumping the mat.
‘Ben! We’ll soon have you running in circles!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, nice twist at the end, Rob! But I still want to know who shot Bart and why. I could definitely see this as part of a larger story.
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