Busted… By Darragh

As I threw the last of my eggs at the house, I smiled to myself. My friend Jake better have that tenner ready for me, I thought. Immediately I darted down the dark alley to my left. The deeper I went in, the darker it got. The alley was just about illuminated by half-working lights. They kept flickering on and off. Suddenly I stopped in my tracks. A figure stood before me. The figure had a big, long black fringe covering its eyes. It looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks. Just then I was blown off my feet. I could hear sirens in the distance. I was busted…

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