a 100 word flasher
by Julius
copyright March 2006
It was the heath’s most desolate spot.
A masked rider appeared ahead, waving a pistol. The coach ground to a halt. Ordered out, the passengers complied.
Women removed rings and necklaces, men emptied pockets.
The rider dismounted, motioning a tall young man to follow. They disappeared behind the coach. The remaining passengers were too frightened to move.
Minutes later the young fellow reappeared, struggling to fasten his breeches.
The rider ran a gloved hand over wet lips and stooped to gather the loot.
As hoofbeats receded someone asked, "Who was that?"
"Dick Slurpin, highwaywoman," said the tall man,smiling.
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