The smiling alleyway wreathed in hot afternoon sun and the onset of evening shadows couldn’t hold Barty’s interest.
The thief had run into the alley and his men were covering both the exits. Barty entered the first doorway and found a red faced cook in the middle of preparing a soufflé.
Barging past, he was almost at the other door, when he felt something sticky hit the back of his head.
When he came to, he was tied up and gagged.
His noiseless screams were never heard as he was dropped into the Rbia.
Wow. Grim tale indeed!
I wanted a change 🙂
I had to Google “Rbia” but the first thing that came up was “risk based internal audit.” Eventually I found the river.
Haha. Thanks for writing in.
I was going to ask about the RBIA – so thanks James
Cor, felled by a soufflé! That’ll teach him to be civil to chef. That was a good meal the chef prepared – for the fish!
Nice take on the prompt, Lavanya.
I wanted to work in a chef somewhere. Did it finally 🙂
It sounds like a great idea! How about a celebrity chef as a master criminal?
Love the idea. Until next post. Thx Penny
Oh no! The thief or the cook? Or both?
Barty actually 💂♀️. Thanks for stopping by.
What a brutal story, depicting the brutality of life on the streets in Morocco, I guess. I like the aggressive tone which befits the story’s theme.
thanks Kelvin. Glad you liked it.
ouch – tough ending and your word flow matched the tempo of a heist
Thanks Prior. Glad you liked it.
🙂
It started off like one of those spy films set in a country like Morocco where they’re always running through doorways and through kitchens, but Barty didn’t seem to have the smarts those characters do!
Yes, Barty wasn’t very bright unfortunately. Thanks for stopping by.
Poor Barty came to a sticky end. Shouldnt have ignored the cook (or was it the thief?) – nice twist in the tale 🙂
Thanks Dahlia! Barty was just a careless cop in a hurry!