My response to the Tracy Island Writers Forum January challenge to write a drabble on the topic "A Fresh Start."
A fresh start; that's what she says. This posh bird catches me cracking a crib, but instead of calling the police, she offers me a job that will put my 'special talents' to 'good use' - whatever that means. She seems to know all about me, even some of the jobs the Bill haven't been able to pin on me.
She also wants me to be her butler at her stately home, and her chauffeur. I just hope none of my old East End mates ever see me driving a pink car.
Nosey Parker, what HAVE you got yourself into?