‘You sure this is the right place?’ Harry asked.
‘Right street and number,’ John replied.
‘Something feels off.’
‘Just keep the engine running and ring me if you spot trouble.’
John stepped from the car, his younger brother in tow.
Harry watched them enter the house.
He caught movement in his peripheral vision.
A side window shattered.
The car lurched forward as two vans turned onto the road.
Harry mounted the pavement, accelerating, but lost control.
The car careened across a front garden, the airbag popping as he slammed into a wall.
‘More than off,’ he muttered before blacking out.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
1 comment:
That's got real imagery, Rob. Makes me want to know more. To me, this could easily be part of a larger story.
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