Wrong Directions by Austin Mitchell-An Excerpt


                                                   Wrong Directions (An Excerpt)
                                                a short story by
                                                Austin Mitchell

            Romain thought they were on the right road to Darnley district. As they turned off the main road and drove on a dirt track they came upon a large tree trunk blocking the road. As the driver and Romain got out in an effort to remove the object in the road three masked men burst out of the bushes, waving guns at them.
            “Don’t move. Lean up against the van and you guy from foreign take off your chains and your rings and empty out your pockets,” a big heavy set man ordered.
            The two other men opened the van door and began moving out Romain’s suitcases.
            “Hey guys, what’s the meaning of this? Is this what Darnley district has come to now?” Romain asked.
            One of the men laughed.
            “Darnley is about two miles down the road.”
            There were no houses around as far as Romain could see.
            He was stripped of all his jewelry.
            “You guys are taking away my luggage, jewelry and money. I’m not giving up my cell phones.”
            “Judge, you want us to shoot him?” one of the men asked the heavy set man.
            “Big man, we want everything from you.”
            Judge pointed his gun at Romain.
            “What’s becoming of this country? All the things in those suitcases are things I brought for poor country people and you stole them,” Romain said. He handed the two cell phones to Judge.
            All three men helped themselves to a suitcase and set off through the bushes.
            “Hey driver, how did you miss your way so badly?” Judge mocked from the bushes.
            “What do I do now? How come you told me that you knew the way to Darnley and you brought me so far up?”
            But the driver opened the van door, jumped in and sped off before Romain could do anything.
            “My God, he was in league with them. He set it up.”

              Wrong Directions is a short story by Austin Mitchell. It is taken from my collection of short  stories, Better Days are Coming. Please visit the Austin G Mitchell pages at Amazon for a look at my books.

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