Saturday, June 23, 2012
‘You got a fast car. But is it fast enough so we can fly away ...’
He should have returned by now, clutching a bag of cash.
There was a shot, followed by two more.
Kenny appeared in the doorway, his white t-shirt stained red. He tried to smile, then dropped to the ground.
‘We gotta make a decision. We leave tonight or live and die this way.’
She sped from the parking lot, tears making her half-blind.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words