Fred and Ed:
Fred and Ed sit in a car.
Fred: Where did you get this car?
Ed: I borrowed it.
Fred: Do they know you borrowed it?
Ed: They will soon enough.
Fred: Won’t you get into trouble?
Ed: They have to catch me first.
Fred: I didn’t know you had your license.
Ed: I don’t but it’s not like you can tell just by looking at me.
A police car passes by.
Fred: I think I’ll walk home. Someone has to feed the cat if you’re in jail.
Categories: Fiction poetry short story writing
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