Bank Robbers

They didn’t ask for non-sequential bills. They also never specified if they wanted fives, tens, twenties, or hundreds, so Joan filled up the garbage bags without worrying about these complications. According to the plan, the amateurish bank robbers would leave a trash bag inside of her trunk. Having given up her car key, she hoped they wouldn’t add grand theft auto to their crime spree.

“That’s all if it,” said Joan, exhaustedly.

She lifted the ponderous 56-gallon garbage liner onto the counter.

“Remember, I know one of your names.”

Oak nodded, evincing his comprehension and honorable intentions, while gathering the last trash bag. He was en route to the front door, nearly there, in fact, when Colin raised his weapon and ordered him to “Freeze!”

“FUCK!” Oak screamed.





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