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Flash
The anger and frustration he felt when he left his information on the window of someone who’s bumper that he and his wife scratched with their table leg while moving their furniture out of their first apartment together. The same car owner blamed them for a busted taillight and small dent, insurance didn’t cover it.
Flash.
He stuck his long slender right arm in between the open door and the chassis of the car without going all the way around and leaned in removing the keys. All of this was smoothly done in his peripheral vision without taking his eyes off the door of the bank.
Why is it that for some reason life always caught him on his best behaved days? He had beaten kids up and swindled money plenty times himself in other remote instances, with impunity. Yet, mysteriously, life put him in these “save the day” positions over and over where he felt it was obvious the line of acceptable bad behavior was being trampled on. No one else seemed to care enough to act, and it fell on him to do something about it.
“Come on now…”
Bobby’s mind almost seem to beg to stay focused in this life or death situation.
“…Even an abortion doctor would risk his life to save a small child whose fell into a lake…
Images of the swindled and bruised victims he left swirled through his mind, “That was that, and this is this,” he thought. Maybe this is how he was supposed to make up for it, or, um, perhaps karma is indeed a bitch.
The yelling got louder as they go closer to the door, since he crossed the street twelve maybe thirteen or fourteen seconds tops must have passed, it seemed like just pulling the keys out took him at least ten minutes though.
“And I could go on and on and on…..”
Two armed men: one with a shotgun who was short but some what more in charge then his pistol toting partner. Who sported a large and tall frame but not too distinct as to raise suspicion. They both burst out of the metal bounded glass doors of the bank and ran to the idling Infiniti.
Bobby felt his mind’s eye going back and forth into that observation screen view. One minute he could see the flint on the lapel of his jacket and then it would be surreal as though he was only watching it on TV. He was just as interested as everyone there with to see what would go down in this strange scenario. The police sirens could only faintly be heard in the background. They were still at least forty five seconds or so away from the scene unfolding in front of the bank. “Too late” he almost swore he heard the small leader say that in his head. They had bushy wigs on and the classic Zorro villain mask, very weird disguises. The weird get-up however, did cover up their t-zones enough you would have to look real hard at them on a different day to positively identify them.
First the tall one opened the back door and threw the money in the back seat behind the passenger side. He hopped in and ducked down as to not be seen while the small one slid into the driver’s seat. The sirens were still over thirty seconds away.
“Yeah!! And I could go on and on and on…..but who cares?”
Then the music stops.
