It Wasn’t Might Fault

“Look what you’ve gone and done now Billy!”

“Don’t blame me. It wasn’t my fault. He shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”

“What do you mean? Where else would you expect him to be?”

“I don’t know. Anywhere but here.”

“But it’s his house, Billy. It’s where he lives. You must have known he’d be here.”

“I thought he’d be asleep. How was I to know he’d come down the stairs waving that walking stick around in my face. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not shoot him, Billy. You weren’t meant to shoot the poor old bugger.”

Mike Jackson

100-word story

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