“We need to get rid of them, mate, there’s no other way.”

“Yeah, I’m sick of the sight of them.”

“The sooner we do it, the sooner we can get on with our plans.”

“Let’s get the tools organised and we can get cracking tonight, after dark.”

Wouldn’t this sound strange to you, dear? I often hear bits and pieces of conversation on the way to work, but this did rather make me prick up my ears. I must admit I rushed to catch up with the two young men to see if I could find out more. They were still deep in conversation as they waited to cross the road. They looked very furtive.

By the time I managed to find them again, squeezing past all the other people on their way to work, they had moved on to football. I groaned out loud, but not so that they could hear, of course. I was just about to forget the entire episode when the conversation turned again.

“You know we’ll end up in jail if we get caught, mate?”

“Best not get caught, then!” Continue reading “Overheard” →