Kearney stared at the fast moving water. ‘It’s Seth.’
‘What’s Seth?’ Lowe threw a pebble into the river.
‘The traitor. The mole.’
‘Seth? He can be a self-righteous prick, but he’s loyal.’
‘Loyal to whom though? That’s the question.’
‘Loyal to us. Jesus, Jim, what makes you think it’s Seth?’
Kearney shrugged. ‘If it’s not Seth, then it has to be you.’
‘Me? Now you have lost the plot! I’ve dedicated my life to this job.’
‘Yes, this job not ...’
‘I don’t …’
The shot sent Lowe down the riverbank.
‘Sorry, Jack. Just one traitor protecting himself from another.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Nice touch at the end, Rob. But that's how it is with traitors, isn't it? You don't know who can be trusted...
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