This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.
She leaned against the car and twisted the ring she wore on her left hand. He put his foot on the running board and retied the brown laces of his two-tone brown & white cap-toe spectator shoes.
She had a cut-down Browning 20 gauge whippet gun hung with a strap on her shoulder, and concealed beneath her overcoat. He stood and reached in through the rear window; retrieving a .30-06 Browning Automatic Rifle that he held pointing down, next to his leg.
They both turned towards the lights coming from the window of the gas station and made their way towards the front door. He paused outside and looked up and down the deserted highway. She pushed the door open and smiled at the young attendant who was finishing up a conversation on the telephone. Moving forward she leaned on the counter and waited. The attendant wore an oval white patch sewn on the breast of his uniform that identified him as Bill. He held up one finger to show that he was almost finished and exchanged a few more words on the phone before replacing the handset on the cradle.
“Sorry, ma’am,” he began, “I didn’t mean to make y’all wait. I was just finishing. You want me to fill ‘er up?”
She widened her smile and squinted at his name badge, “I will, Bill, but can you get me a pack of cigarettes first, Camels.” Bill turned to oblige and she reached for a box of matches from a bowl full on the countertop.
When he turned back around, she was brandishing her cut off shotgun. She added, “Oh, and I’m going to need all the money from your register drawer, and the safe that you have down under the counter there.” She pointed to the left side of the counter where the safe sat below.
“I, uh don’t have the combination to the safe, ma’am,” Bill told her.
“You can explain that to my partner,” her smile had vanished.
He walked in and raised the Automatic Rifle that he had been holding down by his leg. It was now levelled at Bill. “Is there a problem here, darling?” he asked her.
“Well, Bill here says that he doesn’t know how to open the safe.”
“That right Bill?” he asked and lifted the barrel of the gun so that it was now pointed at Bill’s face.
“No, no, no, sir,” Bill stuttered, “I just remembered that Mr Towers has the combination written on the underside of this shelf here,” he said.
“Well, get it open and get it empty then, son,” he said. “Put it all in one of them paper bags you got and put in a pint of whisky too. Maybe some of that beef jerky you got as well. When you’re done with that we need some gas.”
She moved around the counter to watch Bill and hit ‘NO SALE’ on the register. When the drawer sprang open she grabbed a bag and scooped the cash in. When Bill got the safe door open she gave a low whistle, “There’s gotta be ‘least four hundred dollars in there.” She said.
She raised the barrel of her 20 gauge and fired a celebratory shell at the ceiling. Bill let go and collapsed on the floor. A puddle of urine appeared beneath him and a foul smell filled the office.
He reached over and yanked the phone cord from the wall before joining her on the other side of the counter. He took the paper bag with the register cash and pushed Bill to the side with his foot. Reaching in the safe he picked up a couple stacks of cash, smiled and dropped them in the bag. Then he turned and picked a bottle off the shelf and a couple pieces of jerky from the glass display case. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips.
“Damnit, honey,” he said, “now we gotta pump our own gas.”
This week’s prompts are:
- blue Bombay Sapphire
- one scream at a time
- justifiably so
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!