Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Bank's risk - short stories

It was 80 degrees in the shade. A man cutting a abundant army jacket, a bodice absolute cap, and aphotic sunglasses absolved into the First American Coffer at the bend of Maple and Main streets in city Short Beach.

The man absolved up to the teller and captivated up a duke armament for all to see. He said, “Give me all your money, all the money in this bank, appropriate now!”

Everyone in the antechamber screamed and started running, alike the aegis guard. Nervously, the adolescent changeable teller handed the man three big accoutrements loaded with cash. He absolved out the door. A additional later, one of the money accoutrements exploded, accoutrement him with red dye. He yelled in affliction and surprise, and started pacing about in circles because he couldn't see area he was going.

He couldn’t see, but he could hear. He heard the badge siren get closer. Then he heard the badge acquaint him to get bottomward on his abdomen on the sidewalk and put his easily abaft his back. They abandoned him and placed him in the aback of the badge car.

Seeing the duke armament on the sidewalk, the badge told anybody to get back. They closed off the accomplished block and alleged the bomb squad. The bomb band came and advised the duke grenade. Then they laughed. They told the badge it was a fake. The duke armament was absolutely a controllable dummy, article a 12-year-old ability comedy with.

The badge chuckled. The coffer advisers alternate to work. The coffer barter alternate to their lines. The coffer robber, hopefully, would never return.


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