Crime Writer Margot Kinberg

Not every story has to be long. In fact, you may already be familiar with Drabbles – stories told in exactly 100 words. And there are even smaller stories – author and academician Rob Kitchin has called them Dribbles. Here are just a few I put together.

I

‘Oh, that’s a great view! Right there.’
‘Stop with the photos! I’m sick of it. You ruin every trip. You’re useless.’
‘Just keep still a second. That’s right. Just smile.’
‘Why did you even think of this trip? You know I can’t stand heights.’
‘OK, now, just one step back.’

II

Bam, bam! The front door jerked as Ned pounded on it.
‘She’s not home!’ Derek had a headache from the noise.
‘Fine, then we just take the car.’
The two men turned towards the Toyota.
Bam! They hadn’t seen the gun. No way Cassie would let those repo jerks win.

III

Marc laid me off yesterday. Claimed it was ‘the economy.’ Bullshit! He’s rolling in it. He promised me a great recommendation, like that’ll help. I’ve got two weeks – time to finish my current projects. Oh, I’ll finish them alright. And then I’ll bring specially prepared brownies to the break room.

IV

‘How do you find the defendant?’ The judge’s tone was stern.
‘Guilty.’ The foreman’s voice was clear and strong – no hesitation.
Diane sagged a little against Marta. “What now?’
‘Don’t worry, we’ll appeal,’ Marta promised
There’d be no appeal. Jim was dead, and Diane was the perfect cover for Marta.

V

Here comes Peterson from across the street, right after the Amazon truck’s visit. Again! Damned porch pirate! I figured it out after my third package disappeared right after Peterson had crossed the road. Wait until he sees what I put in the box on the porch. He’ll have a blast.

VI

The stairs creak a little, but they’re sturdy – solid hickory. You don’t find that much anymore. This hallway leads to the bedrooms. Three – one ensuite master, two smaller ones. The basement? Previous owner’s still got it locked. It’ll be unlocked before the inspection. The bleach in the garage? No idea.

Care to add your own?

*NOTE:  The title of this post is a line from Dave Matthews’ Captain