Three Drabbles

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Alternate points of view

I knew that going through the statements again would show up the anomalies.  Mrs Smith might have thought she saw Jones walking down the road at half past eleven, but her eyesight isn’t good and she could easily have been mistaken.  And since her favourite nephew had told her that it was Jones she was never going to disagree with him.  All of which means that Mrs Jackson could very well be correct when she said she definitely saw Jones enter the post office at that time.  It’s all in the paperwork, despite what the great Gene Hunt may say.

My gut instinct tells me that Smith is a lying bastard and that therefore anything his auntie says can be ignored.  She’s a blind old bat, who couldn’t tell you which day of the week it was.  Now Mrs Jackson is a nosy old biddy, but if she reckons it was Jones going into the post office then chances are she’s right.  Told Tyler off too: “Young man, you’re not implying that I am mistaken are you?”  It was funny, watching him squirm under her glare!  Go with what your gut tells you Sammy boy, it won’t let you down.

 

The dare

DS Carling and DC Skelton were feeling bored and decided to liven the day up.

“Chris, I dare you to drink some of the Guv’s whisky and then blame Tyler.”

“You’re on, Ray.  I dare you to ask Phyllis if she wears frilly knickers all the time, or keeps them for best.”

Two black eyes and one nose bleed later.

“At least you only got hit by one person.”

“Dat’s not fuddy,” Ray felt his nose.  “She packs a fair punch.”

“Yeh, well, the Guv didn’t believe me and the Boss hit me for trying to drop him in it.”

 

Tyler by name

The blagger climbed through the skylight and across the roof towards the fire escape.  Sam followed him cautiously.  His foot slipped, dislodging a tile which crashed to the ground. 

Gene leant through the skylight, “Sam come back.  It’s not worth it.”

“Not much further now.”

Another tile fell, landing close to the first.

“Get back here now.  And that’s an order.”

“But Guv”

“We can get him some other way.  I am not having you risking your life just to catch one miserable blagger.”

A further crash, but this time it wasn’t a tile that had fallen from the roof.