Saturday, October 1, 2016

Gutter and stars

‘What a way to go.’  Carter stared at the shattered body.

‘Could’ve been worse; she could’ve hit head first.’

‘Thanks for sharing that image.’ Carter turned his attention to the block of flats.

‘Her head would have busted open like a watermelon.’

‘Grow up, Lomax.  Any idea what floor she fell from?’

‘A witness says somewhere near the top.  Came down without a sound until...’ Lomax clapped his hands.

‘Great.  The lifts will either not be working or smell like an incontinents’ convention.’

‘I’ll swap you scraping the poor cow off the pavement.’

‘And let you swap gutter for stars?’ 



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

2 comments:

Margot Kinberg said...

Nicely done, Rob, and makes me wonder what drove her to jump (or, perhaps she was pushed...).

noirencyclopedia said...

Nice stuff, but gutter for stairs, surely. Or am I (as usual) missing something?