‘Whose job was it to get the ladder?’ Eddie said, pushing down his tights a little further.

‘I did the best I could, I mean, all the taller ones were gone’

Standing together, they weren’t sure what to do next. I mean, there was nothing they could do with a ladder, at least a metre short. Stealing from the rich guy next door, seemed a brilliant thing, last night, with a few drinks inside them.

Now, in the cold light of day, their confidence was waning – plus the tights were itching like crazy. That was the last time they would buy from the cheap range; there was a ladder in them already. Probably bigger than the one sitting in front of them.

‘Could we leave it till tomorrow night,’ Eddie said, pulling off his mask. He was coming out in hives, the size of peanuts. ‘I’ve got to get back to the wife, she’ll be furious at me for staying out all night.’

‘I suppose, but what are we going to do with the ladder?’

They rubbed their stubble; thinking hurt his head.

He needed a strong cuppa, with lots of sugar, and a full English breakfast. Perhaps some toast, beans, and chips. 202

Taking the ladder in one hand, Eddie thought he could get his money back from the all night yard. He thought about maybe getting some money back. His wife wouldn’t want anything else in their garden. She was annoyed when he brought home the garden gnome.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

6 thoughts on “Robbery

  1. You draw these characters so clearly, I feel I’m standing beside them and having a quiet laugh at their plight. Who hasn’t made plans in the heat of the moment – or the alcohol – oly to come unstuck later. Thank you for taking part and looking forward to reading you again next week, I hope.

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