Samuel leant against the counter, kept his .44 flat on the counter-top and watched the bank clerk. She was telling him how it was. She had a queue of drive-through customers that needed serving first. ”I need you to wait?” she said, reading the note Samuel had scribbled down telling her that he had a handgun. Samuel watching her rotate towards the drive-through hatch, taking her time. Taking the note with her. Waiting. Twenty seconds and counting. Samuel thinking it through. Another ten and he’d walk. Now the bank manager was asking him if he needed help.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of failed robbery – http://upi.com