‘What’s taking so long?’
‘Nothing. Just be ready to get out of here.’
The van was parked in front of the bank.
‘I don’t like it. God knows what Lonny’s likely to do.’
‘He knows what he’s doing.’
‘Yeah, right. Lonny’s all improvisation and instinct.’
A large man tumbled through the bank’s doors, dragging a middle-aged woman. From inside came the sound of gunfire. Two more men exited wearing balaclavas.
The side-door slid open.
‘Who’s she and where’s the money?’
‘She is the money! Well, bank manager. We’re kidnapping her.’
‘That wasn’t the plan, Lonny.’
‘Well, it is now. Go!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, nicely done, Rob! I do want to know what happens next. I could see this is part of a longer story.
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