Haven't posted for a while, but here's a very little short story. 120 words.
Nicky had run him over, but that wasn’t the problem. We’d have got away with that. Dark night, dark clothes, tight bend. Guy didn’t stand a chance.
Problem was, she’d slammed the gear in reverse and had another pop.
“The fuck you doing?”
The car bounced over the body.
“He might be alive. Don’t want him talking.” Her hands gripped the wheel so tight. And her eyes...
She put it drive, floored the pedal. Car didn’t bounce. Guess he was already flat.
She did. Her hands left the wheel and into her bag.
“No witnesses, no crime.”
Her eyes still burned. I saw the .22 she’d pulled from her bag. “That include me?”
She nodded. “Sorry.”
As a break from all the cat, pie and roadsign pictures I've been posting of late, this year I'm targeting shops and take-aways.