How many words does it take to tell a crime fiction story? Well, of course that depends on the story. But as you’ll soon see, it doesn’t take many. Here are a few of what fellow crime fiction writer and blogger Rob Kitchin has called Dribbles – crime stories in exactly 50 words – that I wrote:
“Cigarette?” he asked.
“Please,” she smiled shyly as he lit her smoke.
Unfair, really, how easy it was to chat her up, he thought.
They left the club for her place.
Ten minutes later, after she’d taken his wallet, he felt the knife. He thought again how unfair it was.
They waited together on the platform. Five minutes until their train. This was her escape from home – her chance for a life with Ronnie. He’d take care of her.
Here came the Graysworth train. Their train was next.
“Here’s where you get off, honey,” he said as he pushed her.
“To another successful quarter,” Jarvis said, raising his champagne flute.
“To our success,” Arlyn said, raising his, too.
The glasses clinked as the partners celebrated. Their business was a runaway success.
Arlyn slumped over.
Next quarter was going to be even more profitable, Jarvis thought as he washed the glasses.
“Officer, my car’s been stolen!”
“What kind of car, Ma’am?”
“It’s a 2011 Jaguar XF. I left it here while I shopped and it’s gone!”
“Can I have your information?”
Even splitting the profit with Louie the local car thief, he’d make a bundle from a Jaguar.
Finally, a week-end with Nina. Heather didn’t know about Nina – he’d made sure of that. He pulled up at Nina’s apartment.
“Ready?” he asked when she got in.
“Oh, yes,” Nina answered.
Then he saw the gun.
“You didn’t tell me you were married” were the last words he heard.
“It’s easy,” she purred, “Just hold her head down in this hot tub.”
“I can’t! She’s my wife!”
“You said you loved me! Don’t you?”
“Yes, but –”
“If you don’t do it, I’ll tell her about us.”
She was right. It was easy. He just held her head down.
Want to try your hand at some Dribbles? You know you do : - ). They are fun, and I would just love to read and share your work. Give a Dribble (or a few of them) a try and send them to me at MargotKinberg(at)gmail(dot)com (or simply use the “Email Me” button on my sidebar). If you’ll send me your Dribbles by 4 April, I’ll do a Fifty Words to Kill Your Victim post (much like a similar post I did last November) sharing everyone’s work. C’mon! Let’s play! I’m really looking forward to all your stories!
*NOTE: The title of this post is the title of a song by Edith Lindeman and Carl Stutz.