‘Relax will you. It’s just an abandoned warehouse.’
‘Well, it’s giving me the creeps.’
‘We’ll just glance it over and skedaddle. Tomorrow you’ll be a free man.’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘I can’t wait to retire. Lie in. Go fishing. Enjoy life.’
‘You hear that?’
‘What?’
‘Voices. Over there.’
‘Charlie, put the gun away.’
‘Come-on.’
‘Charlie. Take it easy.’
‘One last hurrah, okay.’
‘Look …’
The door flew open, a figure in its frame.
The body slam sent Charlie to the floor.
A shot discharged.
‘What the fuck!’
‘Surprise!’ Harry whispered in Charlie’s ear. ‘You just put a bullet through your retirement cake.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, I love that ending, Rob! I should have seen it coming, because you did hint. But still! Well done and I like the whole abandoned warehouse touch.
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