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He’d had a premonition about it.

Retired means I don’t do no jobs no more!” he insisted.

“But Mickey... for me, for old time’s sake. It’s the big one! And you’re the best in the business!”

Was the best!” Mickey countered. But the ego-stroking changed his mind.

One last job. Carefully planned. Empty house. Oligarch. Hampstead Garden Suburb. Rich pickings... reputedly. Security systems.... leave them to Mickey. Take your time!

2am. Dense clouds. Distraction. Disturbance down the road. Gates? Hey presto! We’re in!

As were two armed security guards.

Back out quick.

Coppers!

Take your time Mickey. 8 years.

5 comments add one below

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    I tried a minimalist approach here. Hopefully a pint that thinks it’s a quart.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    For info... Just for let’s say academic interest, I used this drabble as the brief for the AI programme I’ve been trying out, asking it (the AI) to write a 2,000 word version of it. Once again, I was amazed at the speed of delivery - seconds... less than half a minute - and the relevant ‘padding out’ and understanding of the minimalist story I had told. The only thing lacking was surprise.... but that’s not surprising!

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    VerityAlways about 1 year ago

    It was surely getting tense. Little over 300 words could do the magic?

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    Jamie Clapperton about 1 year ago

    Mickey should have stayed stayed straight but maybe he'll be able to read and write a lot in prison , like O Henry. Without A I Programmes. Enjoyed re reading this Neville, ;-)

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    Thanks Jamie and Verity.

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