Copyright — David Stewart
The Residents of Magnolias Assisted-Living made up — Martha was sure of it — the worst band in Pickens County. That the police had not run them out of the park an hour ago was a miracle. She pulled the trumpet from her lips and strained to hear the sound of drilling beyond the din. She could not.
Fred caught her eye, tapped his watch, and mouthed “One more hour.”
Martha sighed and returned the trumpet to her lips. Drilling the bank’s vault was taking a lot longer than she had imagined it would. She closed her eyes and pictured herself tomorrow on a beach in Belize; sand squishing between her old toes; a Mai Tai in hand. She smiled and willed herself to play another hour.
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An entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Enjoy! 😀
A clever plan – as long as the band is up for yet another hour!
HA! Very clever. Did they make it to Belize or did they get caught?
Oh, I would like to think Martha is enjoying that Mai Tai on the beach right about now. 😀
Nicely told. I like the point of view – Martha sounds very sweet, for a criminal. We had similar ideas this week.
A great plan – and the crappiest band in the county just fell right in with Martha and her gang’s plans. Oh how good to dream of Belize beaches and Mai Tais. I can just see Martha lounging in the hot sun. Clever story, Zombie! 🙂
Amazing, two bank jobs masked by the sound of music this week! Surely you guys are part of the same gang? 🙂
A wonderful tale of diversion, dreams and larceny. Very nicely rendered.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Zombie,
Well orchestrated story. You made me smile and then I laughed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
P.S. Thanks for the details on Soylent. i’m glad to hear you’re still alive and kicking. I will be trying soon.
Aloha,
Doug
LOL nice job, got to love that live music volume! Neatly put together and I like the twist, and that poor crowd! Can see it all perfectly. Of course, it can’t possibly go to plan….can it? Mwhaha.
Martha sure is going to have an aching mouth and face, if she’s got to play the trumpet for another hour, not to speak of her bruised eardrums! A clever plan, though. I hope she’s going to get a decent cut of the dosh, when the robbery is over.
Well written.
I can imagine the surprise the next day when the robbery is discovered. Poor townspeople, subjected to the awful music plus losing their money. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Brilliant title. Another great story. Really enjoying your flash fiction.