A Prompt Response for Flasher Friday
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By John Yeo
It was winter, just after the blizzard in early January 1999, there was still a lot of snow around, the emergency services were busy, responding to rescue calls.
Angelo Cini, a rough, tough gang boss, had been planning this latest bank robbery for months now until the snowstorm struck and held things up. The Midwestern bank on Main Street was located between a diner on one side and a dry cleaner on the other side.
The gang had a series of meetings in the diner where Patsy, a very pretty waitress looked after them and became so friendly with the gang members that she was accepted as part of the team.
Everyone had been well versed in their roles, Angelo, briefly went through the final details.
“We take over the dry cleaner’s shop, hold the Manager and his family in the flat above, break through the dividing walls from the dry cleaner’s cellar into the bank vaults, where we blow the safe and leave with the cash. I have arranged for a couple of horse-drawn sleighs to be waiting outside. I think this will be the easiest form of travel at the moment. Any questions?”
Billy interjected. “Just one Boss, where will we meet to divide the spoils?”
“Ah yes!” Angelo replied: “The sleighs will head North where we have hired a remote cabin. I have included the address and details of how to get there in the envelopes in front of each of you. After the raid, we will separate and meet up there. OK!”
Billy nodded, then sat cleaning his fingernails with a small bent paperclip.
There was a general murmur of assent from everyone present and the meeting closed.
Later that night, the gang members imprisoned the dry cleaner and his family and the raid was underway.
Billy switched off the hammer drill and took a breather from drilling. A short, well-built, man he turned to his partner in crime and said, “This is hard work, my blisters are forming blisters of their own.”
Dan, 6 foot 2 inches tall, a ladies man with his long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, grinned at that remark. “ Hopefully, we’ll get through soon Bill, I can’t wait to get my hands on my share of the loot. I fancy Patsy the waitress in the diner, will come away with me after this job.”
Dan took a few hefty swings at the wall and they were through the dividing wall into the vaults, then Billy set explosive charges and the safe door was swinging open.
There was a moment of exhilaration, as piles of cash were swiftly transferred to sacks and passed back into the dry cleaner.
Suddenly as the sacks were loaded onto the sleighs, two police helicopters lit the whole scene up from above and mounted police moved in to arrest everyone in sight.
Detective Sergeant Patsy O’Rourke highly commended for her undercover work, went on to become one of the greatest detectives of all time.
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This is my response to a prompt from Our Write Side to their Friday Flasher prompt. A short story in no more than 500 Words using four elements
- Place: a dry cleaner
- Character: a diner waitress
- Object: a small paperclip
- Time/Date: winter, 1999
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FLASH FICTION ~ INTERNET CAFE ~ 10TH JULY 2015
Another challenge from https://therattlingbones.wordpress.com/
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Today’s prompt is to write a scene set in an internet cafe. You decide the people involved, the situation and the outcome.
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WHEN ON-LINE AND OFF-LINE REALITY MERGE
by John Yeo
The day was hot but Jed needed to get on-line fast, he needed to establish an on-line footprint. The man, a tramp, or hobo, lay dying in a pool of thick red blood. This was the lull before sirens and the usual hubbub of noise followed one of his exterminations.
“Coffee please, with cream and sugar.” Ordered Jed from the faceless man behind the counter.
“OK! That will be one hundred and fifteen pounds, please.”
“How the heck do you work that out?” He demanded.
“One hundred for the footprint and fifteen pounds for your coffee.”
Jed peeled the money off from a wad of notes in his pocket. He had managed to hold on to some of the money he had earned from his last excursion into the back streets.
This was getting harder and harder to keep up the masquerade for the required time.
A button was pressed hard, and the game began again. The sirens exploded on to the naked eardrums as his pursuers began to get closer. He secreted himself in the farthest corner from the entrance and began to surf and keep in control.
Another player entered the fray, needing the security of four walls to keep up the illusion of privacy.
A young woman with smiles and femininity had arrived. He nodded at her as she approached the coffee counter.
“Skinny Latte heavy on the molasses?”
“Are you sure? Skinny coffee and molasses is an unusual request!” asked the nondescript man serving behind the coffee bar.
“Yes please!” She responded with a smile. “I’m an unusual person, I need to give myself the illusion of keeping slim together with the reality of keeping sweet”
“That will be one hundred and thirty pounds, please.”
“How much? I am sorry I am five pounds short of your extortionate demands. How on earth did you work that price out?”
“With our hourly increases for inflation that is one hundred pounds for your online footprint together with your speciality coffee.”
Jed came to her rescue and peeled off another five pounds from his wad.
“Hi! Thanks, I’m Samira, pleased to meet you. I can’t stop, I have a world of on-line things to get on with.”
“It’s OK!” Jed replied, “I am a player on the run from the twists and turns of an on-line game.”
They both were soon lost in the ether of the world within the outside world that was reality.
Then another person shattered the concentrated silence by throwing a bag full of money on the counter.
“A milky coffee quickly please. I must get on-line fast. I have had a tip that will not wait and you are my only chance to effect an on-line deal, I will save myself thousands of pounds.”
“Peace my friend, How much is there in your bag?”
“More than enough!” Shouted the burly man in a suit. “Take what you need, get on with your job and pour my coffee.”
“No thanks! I’m sweet enough!” Joked the ignorant man in a hurry. ” I want to use the machine in the corner farthest away from the door and the risk of interruption.”
Jed’s game was coming to an end and the dying hobo had magically come back to life. Jed had lost interest now and Samira had done her on-line shopping.
Jed smiled, “Would you like another special coffee Samira? I am done with my on-line gaming and I need the warmth of reality.”
Samira blushed and nodded “Yes please, I am also through here shall we share an on-line footprint or shall we get out of here into the reality of the harsh-edged world outside?”
There was a crash as the door was thrown open and suddenly the internet cafe was full of uniformed police. They arrested the burly man in the suit for armed robbery and confiscated his bag of money, retrieved from the man behind the coffee bar.
“What about my bill?” He demanded.
“Send him a bill” replied a police officer.
Samira and Jed left the internet cafe together arm in arm.
Copyright © ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story inspired by the picture that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!
by John Yeo
The street was crowded with families and shoppers, mingling with tourists, shopping, browsing, searching for the satisfaction of fulfilling a desire.
Suddenly a cry of alarm rang out. “My purse, stop thief!” Two young men were running, elbowing and pushing their way through the crowd to escape.
An elderly man stood firmly in their way, they both went on the attack. A bad move! The 70 year old ex-soldier, very fit and supremely hard, knocked them down. The police arrived, arrested the thieves and escorted them to hospital. The elderly man disappeared into the crowd, never to be seen again.
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