James T.Duke pulled the shotgun out from under his skirt and shoved it into the cashier’s face, saying, “Hand over the cash… Now, move it.”
She emptied the till into a bag and handed it over.
“And the lotion,” he said waving the barrel of the shotgun at her. “Put the fucking lotion in the bag with the cash.”
She hurried and picked up the lotion from the counter.
“In the bag,” he said holding it open. He looked around the store and waited, put the shotgun back under his skirt and walked out eyeing the dress in the window.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of James T.Duke – www.oddee.com/