| Spiritual Fiction posted September 24, 2018 |
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Anatomy of a bank robber
Clovis
by Sally Law
Clovis Cooper had become a couch potato in every sense of the word. He smelled. Food and empty beer cans were in piles next to him. The remote was encrusted with pork rind crumbs.
The television ran all day and night. He slept where he sat. He had a woman once; Dee was her name. She was nice and so was her cat. Long gone now. She couldn't take it anymore.
The bank heist had gone completely wrong. Did he really kill the security guard? The money was supposed to help.
He waited by himself for the cops to cool it. All by himself with the remote.
He wished for the gun he tossed in the dumpster.
He resembled a restaurant in town labeled a greasy spoon. No one willingly went there to eat; folks sorta ended up there.
Just ended up there! Just like the hellhole he had made.
150 Words Flash Fiction contest entry
Clovis Cooper had become a couch potato in every sense of the word. He smelled. Food and empty beer cans were in piles next to him. The remote was encrusted with pork rind crumbs.
The television ran all day and night. He slept where he sat. He had a woman once; Dee was her name. She was nice and so was her cat. Long gone now. She couldn't take it anymore.
The bank heist had gone completely wrong. Did he really kill the security guard? The money was supposed to help.
He waited by himself for the cops to cool it. All by himself with the remote.
He wished for the gun he tossed in the dumpster.
He resembled a restaurant in town labeled a greasy spoon. No one willingly went there to eat; folks sorta ended up there.
Just ended up there! Just like the hellhole he had made.
The television ran all day and night. He slept where he sat. He had a woman once; Dee was her name. She was nice and so was her cat. Long gone now. She couldn't take it anymore.
The bank heist had gone completely wrong. Did he really kill the security guard? The money was supposed to help.
He waited by himself for the cops to cool it. All by himself with the remote.
He wished for the gun he tossed in the dumpster.
He resembled a restaurant in town labeled a greasy spoon. No one willingly went there to eat; folks sorta ended up there.
Just ended up there! Just like the hellhole he had made.
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Clovis Cooper will reappear in my novella, Guilt By Association, chapter three. Watch for him and how the whole story develops...you do not want to miss this. Happy reading! Sally
P.S. Yes, I drew the picture of Clovis.
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