Saturday, 7 September 2013
I had the giggles, overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of the situation. I was chuckling so hard I could barely catch my breath.
The heist had gone perfectly. The escape through the sewers too... almost.
Here I was, in the pitch black, the stench of human waste clogging my nostrils, the squeaks of rats like tinnitus in my ears, the slither of fur brushing my legs, the Chinese water torture drip-dripping in the background.
I hefted the loot bag in my hand and thought of all that it could buy, could have bought, probably now never will buy.
The blueprint of the labyrinthine tunnels crinkled between my fingertips, unreadable, priceless,useless.
From somewhere in my head came the thought, “A torch battery, a torch battery... My kingdom for a torch battery!”
That just set me off again, my maniacal laughter echoed through the dark, things just couldn't get any worse.
From close by came a low, throaty snarl...
©2013 Stephen. J. Green.