It was a bust!

‘Go, go, go, go, go!’

Kenny slammed the passenger door shut.

Another thumped closed in the back.

‘Where’s Tommy?’ Connor asked.

‘He’s down. Just drive!’

‘And the money?’

‘It was a bust! They knew we were coming.’

‘And we’re just going to leave Tommy?’

‘Connor,’ the man in the rear said, ‘just fuckin’ drive.’

‘Fuck!’

The back wheels squealed as they shot forward.

Ahead flashing blue lights appeared.

‘Take the next right,’ Kenny instructed.

‘But …’

‘Just fuckin’ do it!’

The car turned tightly, still accelerating, then shrieked to a stop.

‘I tried …’

‘Fuckin’ roadworks. Everyone for themselves. Run.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.