Photo Copyright – Nick Allen
The Lineup – 100 words
“Take a good look, Owen,” said the cop. “If you see the right one just tap it carefully on the handle.”
Owen scratched his salt and pepper stubble and squinted at the line of oil cans. His eyes came to rest on a pale blue oiler with a long, narrow spout, its shiny tin body glinting in the station lights where the paint had been buffed away.
As Owen reached out to tap the handle, his sleeve gave the can body the softest of brushes. Thick grey smoke billowed instantly from the spout, accompanied by a deep and evil laugh…