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Five Card Story: The Dishonest Partener
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I looked down into the pot, limp bits of green,brownish vegtables that looked somewhat like spinach stared back at me while drowning in the cream sauce. "I think I'll pass", said my friend. "When do you want to do it"? I asked while anxiously looking across the dusty street. "This place sure is a hick town, perfect place to knock over a bank", Bert said nervously. People stared at us,"keep your voice down, you want someone to overhear us"? I called the waiter over and asked for some cake instead. I took one look at the cake and dragged Bert out the door.
Walking swiftly, I looked at my goal. It was the bank. "How much do you suppose we will get Joe"? I shrugged, "You got the toy gun"? Bert showed it to me through his pocket. As we entered the bank, there was nobody in sight, I breath a sigh of relief, Bert was right, this place was a hick town. I mached boldly up to the fraile banker. He blinked at me though his thick glasses,"May I help you"? "Uh, ya, read this", I said thrusting the note into his hand. It scrawled in big letter "Got a gun, hand all you have got in your chash register". His eyes nearly popped out of his head, he quickly loaded bunches of money into the sack Bert had brought and handed it to me. Bert and I backed away from the counter and walked casually away from the bank. Bert kept looking behind him, all of the sudden he started to run. The cops were after us! I was expecting this, we were very fast runners but Bert was faster than me. I was panting when we arrived at an old farm. As we dashed inside, we huddled together under some old straw as the police hunted for us. I had done this millions of times, I guess I was nervous about Bert, he was new at this and I guess I though he would foul up. As we tried to stifle our breath, the sheriff decided to leave. After what seemed like a hour, we fell out of the hay. "Hey, do you want to have a drink"? Asked Bert. " Sure, orange juice"? We toasted to our good fortune and then rested. I closed my eyes,"Hey joe", said Bert, I opened my eyes, Bert was standing over me with a gun in his hand, it was pointed at me. "This isn't a toy Joe, it's loaded" Bert said with a smile on his face.
Bert started to pull the trigger, but then a voice said," All right, put the gun down". I looked, it was a police man he must have layed in wait for us to come out. Both of us slowly put our hands up, our career ended, my life was saved, in a barn.
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flickr photo credits: (1) Intrepidteacher (2) Serenae (3) Intrepidteacher (4) bionicteaching (5) Serenae