What continues not to happen next?

Nautilus runs so fast out of the bar his wig falls to the ground. The bartender looks down to see the synthetic strands splayed out on his filthy, sick ridden floor. He realises; instead of trying to run after him, or chase him down, or rely on the unreliable drunken police officers, he'll use the conveniently crisply preserved serial number on the wig to match it to the exact person - Nautilus - and THEN track him down.


The End

26 comments about this exercise Feed