Bank Heist


We hid under the branches of the old, twisted tree. Crouching so they couldn’t see us. We didn’t think they were chasing us with dogs because we couldn’t hear them bay. If they were, we were already lost. David and I, we had just robbed First Farmer’s Bank at the point of a gun. Armed bank robbery.

We got the money too. We hadn’t had time to count it. We’d been off escaping on foot. By the looks of the bills, we had quite a haul. Everyone had said that if you rob a bank, something would explode and get red stuff all over you. Nothing had exploded. We could just hear those sheriff’s men crashing through the forest after us. We crept along the high ridge.

“Cut,” the Director cried!

“And print. Great job, everyone! We’re done for the day.”


#Photo credit to yarnspinner

Rosemary Carlson

Business Consultant and Freelance Writer

18 thoughts on “Bank Heist

  1. You had me transfixed then I came to the last two lines. I was so sad that it was a film set,

  2. Good tale! The only point that snags me is “the point of a gun.” Sounds foreign, like ESL. We’d say, “at gunpoint.”
    Depending on the era, the bank probably threw a micro transmitter into the sack. πŸ™‚

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