Sunday, January 15, 2023

The Last Hurrah

‘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.’


‘I can’t wait to retire. Lie in. Go fishing. Enjoy life.’

‘You hear that?’


‘Voices. Over there.’

‘Charlie, put the gun away.’


‘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:

Margot Kinberg said...

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.