Sunday Drivers
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...
“Jeez, Nicky.”
She put it drive, floored the pedal. Car didn’t bounce. Guess he was already flat.
“Stop.”
She did. Her hands left the wheel and into her bag.
“Why?”
“No witnesses, no crime.”
Her eyes still burned. I saw the .22 she’d pulled from her bag. “That include me?”
She nodded. “Sorry.”
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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.
8 comments:
Short, sharp and perfectly done.
Thanks Paul, appreciate that.
Eeeek! That's quite a chill for 200 words. Very well done! And Soon Fatt? Ha ha ha ha ha!
Thanks Jax. I quite enjoy doing the smaller ones, good practice for editing and all that.
Lol love the pic...hope I don't run into Nicky in a dark alley!
Thanks Kym. I wouldn't want to meet her in a light alley either!
Chilling little tale! Reminds me a bit of a new character I am developing... Nikki is her name too. :)
LOVE the pic... truth in advertising, that one!
Thanks Veronica. You gotta watch those Nikkis, haven't you.
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