The Wrong Guy

A micro fiction story workshop

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“Yeah, nah. That’s not me.” The man says. He puts his hands in his pockets and scrunches his eyebrows. He yawns as he grabs the cup from the counter.

“Thank, mate.” He says, walking away. The other men quickly follow him, scrambling in their steps.

“Sir, I don’t think you understand. You’re currently under arrest for — ”

“No, I’m not.” He interrupts. “Because that is not me.”

He grabs the paper the men are holding. “See that?” He points.

“That’s Jeff. J-E-F-F. That’s not me. My name is Geoff. G-E-O-F-F.”

The police look at him, flabbergasted.

“Sorry mates, wrong guy.”