Kevin Thomas

Unexpected circumstances

Wait, no, I shouldn’t be doing this, no wait I should I need the money, but I’m not a bad person right? No because if I was a bad person I wouldn’t be doing this with good reason. Or maybe I am. Wait a minute, pacing back and forth, rapid pulse, rapid breathing and oh I feel like I’m going to puke. Ok, pull it together Flynn you’re in shock. “Flynn! Flynn!” Someone yelled from the background. Still unable to grasp what’s going on I stood silent, thinking. Looking anxiously, my eyes seem to have found themselves staring at the automatic pistol in my hand. “Flynn, the safety deposit boxes NOW!” Ram demanded. “HEY! (yelled the smallest guy I’ve ever seen) move again and I’ll put this little knife of mine right between your eyes and then we’ll see how well your third eye perceives your current situation.” With anxiety overpowering me I find myself in the vault with the bank manager. I need boxes 316, 174, 118, and 256 open now. “Myself alone couldn’t open those boxes miss, they have a dual control system”, said the bank manager. Are you married, what is it, “Kyle”? “No”, said Kyle. Hey that’s strike two. I saw the family photo on your desk. Beautiful blonde by the way. I hope you’re interested in red heads because if you lie to me again i’m gonna put a bullet through the back of her head. Simultaneously thinking to myself, will he go for it, I could never do something so awful, but it seemed to work for the small guy in the lobby. His eyes took on a haunted look, gloss like as if a tear was soon to fall, his jaw trembled in fear and then a sudden rush of lemon colored fluid began to flow down his leg and fill his patent leather shoes. I stared feeling mischievous. “I’m sorry”, said Kyle. Listen we don’t have time for apologies. “Ok ok, I’ll do it. I’ll open the boxes”, he said.