Schwarz gasped for air. ‘What’s the point of climbing mountains?’
‘Because they’re there,’ Adler replied, admiring the view.
‘No doubt the philosophy of our dead professor.’ Schwarz pointed at the twisted body. ‘As he tumbled over the edge, I bet he wished he’d thought differently.’
‘Probably didn’t even realise he was falling; there's a bullet hole at the base of his skull.’
‘Seems like overkill given the fall would’ve done the job. And looked like an accident.’
‘Unless it’s designed to send a message.’
‘What? Philosophy and mountains don’t mix?’
‘Smuggling secrets over high passes is bad for your health.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.