Aug 8, 2011

55 Fiction #8


His heart began racing on hearing the roar in the distance.
It was a pitch dark night.
He bravely began moving in the direction of the growling which got louder and louder, as he inched closer, stealthily.
With one sweep he deftly pulled the wallet out from beneath the snoring man’s pillow and bounded away. 



6 comments:

magiceye said...

lol! superb!!!

sarah_sweety said...

ohh what a catch!! very keenly done:)

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The Fool said...

Excellent one. Brilliant twist in the tale.

Saras said...

What a glib one! Well done.

Shail said...

Well done :) I was wondering what the roar could be!