draliman on life

Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo is by J. Hardy Carroll.

No time this week so just chucked out a quick story so as not to miss it. Click on the blue froggy for the other stories. I’ll try to read as many as possible, depends how this work project goes.

Copyright J. Hardy Carroll

Harry slumped in the derelict building, swigging vodka and reminiscing on his downfall.

“It’s gotta be this one, Frank. No way it’s a flophouse. No broken windows – bullet-proof for sure.”

“I dunno, Harry. This operation’s cost over a million. Copter support, armoured vehicles…”

“No worries. Go go go!”

They blew the door. A bum looked up in surprise and threw up on Harry’s boots.

His daydream shattered as the door to the old warehouse exploded. Armoured men ran in. Harry looked up – a familiar face!

“Hey, Frank! Wrong building!” he slurred.

“Shit.”

“Saved you a seat right here! Vodka?”