Just four more to the left.
Don’t drip sweat on the floor.
Bill better be ready with the car, I’ve got to get the kids from soccer at 5, and still need to pick up milk.
Click.
Exhale. Now, just a few pictures and we’ll be out of here.
Ugh, only a man like this would be so tasteless. A golden gun, really?
Where is it? The sheet we need is….oh, thank god.
What was that noise?
Close, stand up and look casual if ruffled.
“No, no trouble, I just dropped the back of my earring and I thought it went under the desk.”
“Oh, no need, I think I just spotted it. I’ll be right out, thanks.”
Leave, leave, leave. Smile and nod.
Phew, just a few more seconds to make sure she doesn’t come back.
Final picture, put everything back in order. Whirl the lock into place. Text confirmation to Bill. Pick up the mail I was supposedly sent for, always have the appropriate prop.
“Thanks Liza, I’ve got everything I need now.” and then some. Walk casually out, wave, smile.
Email the photos. Quit job in three months to avoid suspicion. Do we need bread at home?
About the Creator
H. Reilly
I've never actually read The Old Man and the Sea, but I do love salt.
@theoldmanandtheseasalt
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