Wednesday, 16 October 2013

The cheque's in the post

Elm sat down to nurse a bourbon. Money was tight.

As expected, a cop swaggered in,

'Old timer, I've the... package.'

So it was Budsky.

Outside, the gun made clear who was paying,

'Sorry, nothing personal.'

'Kid, no apologies, you're earned me large.  Wave at the camera.'