It’s Friday which means another story for Friday Fictioneers.
A Quick Getaway
“Jimmy! Where the hell are you? We’re standing outside the bank ready to go. You said you’d have the getaway vehicle here by noon. Where is it?”
“Don’t panic boss, I’m on my way. Just had a bit of a problem negotiating a small bridge. Should be with you in five minutes, ten at the most.”
“Make sure you are Jimmy. Let me down and you’re dead, understand?”
“Calm down boss, I’ll be there, foot on the pedal, ready to go. Even got somewhere you and the boys and the money can hide. It’s going to be perfect, trust me.”