This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice.
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it
from 56% of:
Then it comes, a torchlight being shone into the front of our car. I start sitting up showing my hands as the door gets opened.
“What the fuck are you doing on my drive?” The voice asks from behind the phone torch that’s shone in my face. I keep my hands where he can see them.
From his shadow he’s a big lump and he must have company.
“We were just leaving.” I say as he lowers the torch. My eyes adjust, I smile at him.
“Give me the car keys or I’ll introduce you to my favourite hammer.” As if to emphasise the point he shows the claw hammer he’s brandishing in his shovel sized hand.
“You’re the boss, mate, now here’s the keys and lets not get stupid.”I move to get the keys and then I hear Nines.
“Why don’t you shift your fucking heap of shit motor mate and let us leave?” Nines’ pistol is aimed at the guy who hadn’t noticed him move due to his concentration on me.
