Shopping Trolley - Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication

Like a dream it was just now. You barefoot and unconcerned across this wet road, it being early morning and all. I'm guessing here but you must have started the evening with shoes. Anyway, there you go. No CCTV following you, not round here, not yet. But you're being watched my friend, trust me, you're being watched. Yes it's quiet around here.Well apart from the water pouring from this broken guttering and occasional gun fire. Odd that. Guns usually start later, at a more sociable hour. No point this time of day. No-one to frighten really. So this time of day is just showing off. 

So what the fuck's you doing round here? Is beyond me. Thing is though I'm not being paid to worry about stupid little fucks like you am I ? So, better get on then. Now, I'll just get this knife in a bit further and I'll be on my own way as well.

Shit. Was that gunfire again?

* Previously published: Tin Collector - Selected MicroFlashFiction, 2015. An 11.59 Publication