The couple veered off the pavement and crossed the deserted road, their heads bowed, eyes swivelled to their right.
‘Jesus, they’re going to kill him,’ the woman whispered.
‘Just keep walking.’
In front of a shuttered shop three men were savagely kicking a fourth who was curled up on the ground, his hands wrapped around his head.
‘We need to do something.’
‘We’ll call the police once we’re round the corner.’ The man tugged the woman along as she glanced over her shoulder.
‘What you looking at?’ one of the men shouted. ‘You want to be next?’
‘Fuck. Come-on, run.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.