1920s | A 100 Word Story

#731 - A Throwback Story

Sirens in the distance meant time was fleeting. With a copper hovering it made the job difficult but exciting. He snuffed his cigar out on the rear view mirror as he continued to lean against the driver side door, listening.

When the muffled screams stopped and the car no longer rocked, he smiled. He had done this type of job countless times before and if pressed he’d say the secret to his success was patience.

Eventually, every person who was hog tied and stuffed in a trunk for hours will tell you whatever you want to know, or die trying.

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