‘You wouldn’t kill a dying man now, would you officer?’
Carney was propped up against a wall, clutching a bloody
wound just below his shoulder.
‘I’m happy to make an exception for you, Carney.’
Kelly stepped cautiously into the room, his gun hanging by
his side.
‘I need a doctor.’
‘You need a priest.’
‘No thanks. They need to get their own souls atoned for
Saint Peter.’
‘You’ll not even get to meet him.’
‘I think we’re all afforded a hearing.’
‘That’s more than you deserve.’
Kelly raised his gun.
‘Seriously? I’ll be dead soon anyway.’
‘But not soon enough.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Interesting exchange, Rob. Makes me wonder what Carney did to put Kelly so much against him. I can see this as part of a larger story.
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