garrattj

Five-Minute fiction - 00:44-00:49

Im not exactly sure what you want me to do in this instance? Thraft said as he raised his hands. Youve caught me fair and square. Got me dead to rights as they say. So, I am just not sure what else can be garnered from this exchange of pleasantries? I would be more than happy to discuss things over coffee and a donut, or doughnut depending on what side of the Atlantic you are on, as I am aware that men of your type, ie profession, like coffee and donuts, to use your colloquial terminology.

The officer was fast, but Thraft was a wee bit faster, he stepped inside the arc of the blow catching the mans baton arm at the forearm with his shoulder and gave the man a shove that sent him reeling back. He caught his foot on the curb and landed hard, but Thraft wasnt looking at that point. Thraft was rabbiting across the road, playing a live-action version of the arcade classic Frogger as he darted between, and in some cases over vehicles, though it must be said that Frogger could not do this in the slightest, as any contact with, well anything, would leave you with a very flat amphibian