My head thumped louder than the music, if that was even possible. Very soon, it would break the sound barrier and explode like a ripe melon. Damn! I wonder if my brains will look psychedelic through these glasses.
Man, what’s the saying. Too old for disco, too young to die.
‘Stop drooling and focus grandpa,’ my ear mic cackles.
I smirk as a pretty young thing brushes past. ‘This grandpa’s still got his swag.’
My eyes follow her taut ass as she walks up to a pair of guys. Despite the harsh lights I notice one pass her the pills.
Dealer.
‘North-east side. Two males. Alpha in burgundy jacket,’ I relay as my team closes in.
In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday: Week 43 challenge, based on a photo credited to Hybrid
I do like how you wrote this, very well done, I didn’t catch on until the end.
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Thank you.
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I’m a sucker for a twist — love it every time! Well done, as always — I totally did not see that coming…I suppose I was dwelling on the line, ‘Too old for disco, too young to die.’ Fabulous — Thank you for joining us this week 🙂
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Thank you for another great challenge and so happy I could entertain. Hope you like the next one too.
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🙂
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