Desperation had infiltrated my entire body and began to spread like a cancerous rust on an old '57 Chevy. I ruminated on the thought of opening the night stand drawer of which the contents would open the flood gates to a life of uncertainty, and perhaps the total loss of freedom.
Finally, the thrill of infused adrenaline superseded common sense and I opened the drawer, secured the clip, and headed downtown. Thoughts floated in my mind like autumn leaves slowly descending from a Japanese Maple tree. Each one of them representing a moment in my dysfunctional life that had once held a shred of opportunity and hope.
The city bus had its typical vagrant passengers mixed with a few working stiffs that chose public transportation as their efforts in saving the planet. I wasn't one of them...
Sitting near the middle exit doors embracing the cold Blue Steel pressed tightly against my appendix. A few more signals and there would be no turning back as $600,000 in cash would be coming out of the front doors of the Bijan Designer store on Rodeo Drive.
The 50,000 pound Brinks truck nervously idled as I quickly intercepted the bag from the rookie.
Comments (1)
Cool, Heist. And very well written!