for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Saunter and the limit, 51 words
He sauntered towards me. Looked dodgy, hoodie, sunglasses.
Got it, he whispered.
Shtuff, ya’ know. Give us the cash and it’s yoursh.
Keep ya’ voish down.
What are you on about?
You’re Bernito ‘Bruiser’ Bershcoloni aincha?
No. I’m Keith.
Oh, sorry mate, he said, sauntering away.