The Getaway

Midnight.

It is always so.

Wind howled like the echoes of a thousand lost souls. The land was a frozen wasteland- frost crept up windowpanes and snow drifted down to lie on rooftops and ground like the feathers of a goose. Light from streetlamps was the only thing illuminating the darkness that had swallowed the world. Traffic lights gleamed red, and I watched cars pass through the lanes in front of them. The cars behind the red light waited in strangling silence, Like I was, longing to move as the night wore on.

I sat alone in the car positioned outside the bank. It would be but a few moments before the crew emerged, and I’d have to drive at lightning speed to escape the seething jaws of the police. I sometimes wondered if I was doing the right thing. I was well paid, but was money really worth risking my freedom over?

Suddenly, the bank erupted in noise; Sirens wailed a shrill call, footsteps thundered loudly, and the unmistakable sound of a gunshot broke the stillness. I pressed my foot to the gas pedal, then stared into the distance.

It was time for this getaway driver…

To get away.