“Oi? Weren’t we s’posed ta meet someone ‘ere?” said one Cockney, clutching his coat closed against the moonlit fog.
“That’s wha’ I said, ya daft wanker! We wait ‘ere till the ol’ byrd comes ‘round, n’ we snag ‘er!” Replied the other, fetching a snack from his pocket.
“And just who would that be?” Quizzed a third intruder, footsteps silent on the cobblestone.
“An’ jus who tha bloody ‘ell wants to know?” The second man challenged, reaching for a blade with his free hand.
He never found it. As the apple fell from his lifeless grasp, the shadow of the haunter scooped it away.
And entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. This one is as much a challenge in material packed into 104 words as much as it is a test in writing speech in accent, since I normally type it how I hear it. Personally, I think that gives it more of a lifelike feel to it, while hopefully being legible.
I hope you all enjoy!