Wednesday story day has arrived. Ta Da. (you have to imagine the horn notes here) It is always nice to hit this milestone in the week. One of the reasons I enjoy Wednesdays is it is a day where I can pretty much write exclusively. Other chores on other days keep me away from the keyboard for a time. Wednesdays are pretty clear. I am about 65,000 words into my final John Cannon (who the hell is that you say? Tsk tsk) book in the trilogy. Once done I will be moving into a new story direction and will leave old John to bob on the Gulf with his seven million dollars and new sixty-five foot boat. Today’s story is named My Way and stars our old friend Frank. I hope you like it.
My Way by John W. Howell © 2014
“So here is the thing. We need to get in and out without the alarm going off.”
“I understand that Frank. I just don’t know how we can pull that off.”
“We will do it my way.”
“What way is that?”
“You walk in with your shotgun under your coat. I come in behind you and grab one of the bank’s customers. I put a gun to their head and start screaming for everyone to get on the floor. I’ll throw in some swear words just to make sure they take me serious.”
“Oh, I think they will take you serious, but what’s to stop someone from hitting the silent switch.’
“Here is the beautiful part. You jump up on the counter and blow a hole in the back wall. Everyone will be so scared they won’t dare touch the switch.”
“You mean I have to fire the shotgun?”
“Yeah, what’s the problem?”
“I ain’t never fired it before.”
“Oh man. What the hell. Why didn’t you tell me that before we’re here in front of the bank?”
“I never thought I would have to shoot it.”
“Never have to shoot it. What the hell do you think we are doing?”
“Well, holding up banks.”
“Duh. Did you ever think you might have to shoot someone while holding up friggin’ banks?”
“No. Not really.”
“Crap. Let’s go back to Starbucks. We need a different plan. Maybe one that includes asking please when we order someone to fill the money bags.’
“You’re mad aren’t you Frank?”
“I’m beyond mad. Excuse me ma’am please kindly place all those greenbacks into the bag or I might have to raise my voice at you.”
“Now that sounds nice.’
“Shut up Billy.”
This sounds like it would make a great old time comedy skit. Throw another character in and you have the 3 Stooges. 🙂
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A driver for the get-away-car. Break a leg today.
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Thanks. Seems everyone wants me to injury myself. 🙂
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Frank gets the partner he deserves! Love it!
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Yes. His frustration never ends. Thanks
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I agree with Charles. What a comedy team! 😀
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Someday they will have to actually walk into the bank.
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May-Beee but with their entertaining stumbling, it may be a w.h.i.l.e. 😀 😀 😀 Or, not.
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Hahaha! I could just see this play out in my mind. Well done!
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Thank you Susan.
On Wed, Oct 22, 2014 at 9:44 AM, Fiction Favorites wrote:
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Poor Frank. Just can’t make it work. Lol I’m beginning to like Frank.
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I know he seems like a victim, but not necessarily so. Thanks for the comment
On Wed, Oct 22, 2014 at 10:53 AM, Fiction Favorites wrote:
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I can just see this playing out like that scene in “Raising Arizona,” where the bank customer says, “Which is it you want us to do, freeze or get down on the floor? We can’t do both!”
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Just don’t touch the alarm.
On Wed, Oct 22, 2014 at 11:31 AM, Fiction Favorites wrote:
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Ha. I think I need to go find a Starbucks now………
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Be careful who you run into there.
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I must say, I was slightly disappointed that neither Frank nor Billy broke into a Frank Sinatra number. Other than that, hilarious!
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I see you got it. Nice
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LOL These two ought to consider taking that bit on the road.
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Or to a bank near them.
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Yes, of course. 🙂
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I went from tense to laughing. Cheers on the well done!
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I didn’t tag it with “humor” so as not to give a hint.
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