Saturday, May 10, 2014

Wet dog

‘You smell like wet dog.’

‘It’s the coat.  Worsted wool that’s been drenched through a few too many times.’

‘It needs to be dry-cleaned.  It precedes you.’

‘And waste good money on an old coat?  The smell is now threaded into the weave; it’s integral to the coat.’

‘You could get a new coat.’

‘When this is a perfectly good coat?’

‘Except it stinks, McGerrity.’

‘Which seems to be your concern, not mine.  It does its job, I do mine.  Which is catching thieves and murderers.  And they don’t care what I wear as long as I don’t catch them.’   





A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Oh, that's great, Rob! I like the flow and somehow, the logic makes sense.