“My Dad told me the new people in the fenced mansion belong to the Mob,” Rock said.

“I heard it was some rich old guy with a sexy young wife,” Dude answered.

Crazy, always needing excitement, suggested, “Let’s sneak through the woods to see what we can see by their pool.”

Shortly the rowdies peered around dense manicured bushes at scantily clad young beauties.

A body guard turned their direction saying loudly, “I can feel eyes on us.” He reached behind his back bringing a gun forward and fired a shot above their heads. “Next time I won’t miss!”

 

In response to Charli Mills August 9, 2018, prompt from Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes  an act of “peering from the woods.” Go where the prompt leads.

August 9: Flash Fiction Challenge