garrattj

Five-Minute fiction - 23:36-23:41

This presents a, hitherto, unanticipated difficulty, Grim said as the piton slid from between the bricks in a shower of crumbling mortar. Well, actually, thats what he would have said, had it not been replaced by the scream.

He fell. Correction, no, wait, he did fall, but it was only six feet, he did nearly land on his head, however, and a head trauma from a fall of any height is nothing to be sneezed at.

From some ten feet above, and appearing somewhat dejectedly Grims business associate, (re: partner), looked down at him with some measure of a glare.

I dont think you need me to tell you that youre fine, and that you can stop screaming, Darker said his tone measured and controlled, despite the bloody murder his partner was screaming up. If you dont shut up the coppers are going to be on us, and these arent the dastardly city-police who fire bullets down alleyways as soon as look at them, and thats without someone screaming in them. So, shut up, and reset that piton.

Grim, somewhat chided by the remarks, closed his mouth and stood up. He