Several bricks thudded to the floor and a cloud of thick dust filled the vaulted space.
‘Flip!’ Frank roared, trying to cover his face.
‘Just think how much more it’ll be worth when we’re done,’ Jane said, flapping her hands.
‘We should have hired someone who knows what they’re doing.’
‘Stop being a grump! It’s not often I get to wield a sledgehammer.’
Frank peered through the new gap in the brickwork.
‘I think the house price just took a nose dive.’
‘We’ve just discovered two corpses.’
‘Really! Oh god. How are you at bricking up holes again?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.