It’s been a while since I’ve produced any flash fiction. We are regularly supplied with prompts at Lemon Tree Writer’s meetings but most of the time the stuff I turn out arrives a bit half-baked or needs another few thousand words (and thus ceases to be flash fiction!)
Today’s prompt was “Tomorrow has been cancelled” and for once I ended up with a reasonable little vignette that I thought I would share with you.
Tomorrow has been cancelled
The rain pelted down, plastering the streets in furious torrents. Nicolson could feel the cold water soaking through his socks as he tried to walk faster. He could see Jarrett just ahead. The man was walking stooped over, collar turned up against the downpour oblivious to the fact that he was being followed. Nicolson increased his pace to draw closer and reached inside his jacket to pull out his gun. If Jarrett made it onto the High Street with its milling throngs of Saturday shoppers then the jig would well and truly be up. His feet slapped against the sodden pavement. Jarrett must’ve finally sensed he wasn’t alone. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw first Nicolson and then the black shape clutched in his right fist. Jarrett froze as the gun came up to point at him. The rain stung Nicolson’s face; he blinked, trying to see clearly enough to get a shot through the incessant downpour.
Nicolson cursed as the other man broke into a run sending gouts of water flying up from the ground to mark his stride. Nicolson gave chase and regretted not putting his trainers on this morning. Jarrett tried get cute and cut around a bus stop, skidded on the slippery concrete and went crashing to the ground with his arms flailing out in front of him to break his fall. He rolled over clutching his wrist, his face a mask of pain. Nicolson was on him in seconds pinning him to the ground. He stuck the gun under Jarrett’s chin, pressing the barrel hard against the jaw bone.
‘You should have paid me my share when you had the chance Pete.’
‘It’s all just a big misunderstanding Ray, I swear. On my mother’s life, I was going to give it to you.’
‘Where is it?’
Jarrett’s eyes bulged in their sockets. Rain streaked down his upturned face making it look like he was weeping buckets.
‘I don’t have it on me now. It’ll take me a bit of time to get the cash together. I can give you it tomorrow.’
Nicolson had heard enough. Jarrett had taken him for a mug once already. He wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to do it again.
‘Tomorrow has been cancelled,’ he said and pulled the trigger.