Browsing through a favorite book, published for writers, and entitled “642 Things To Write About, ” I came across one suggestion that presented a really intriguing challenge.
“You are a customer lying face down on the floor, observing a bank robbery. Describe the robbery from this vantage point.”
Who could resist a dare like that? It took some thinking before I finally came up with a scenario I liked. See what you think:
“Here I am, floating face down in a warm, ever widening puddle. If only these hard tiles were covered with soft, plush carpeting, that might soak up some of this puddle before I drown in it. How can one human bladder hold so much liquid? Stark fear will do that to you.
“This was supposed to be a quick errand, a brief dash into my bank to cash a check. I was wearing some old sweats and a cap pulled down over my dark glasses. I’ll admit I may have looked a bit sinister.
“I carried a pouchy “Save-At-Sam’s” tote bag in one hand and my checkbook in the other. The tote bag was just in case there was enough money left in my dwindling account to do a bit of shopping afterward. Having succumbed to AMAZON PRIME’s online lures too many times, my financial situation was looking pretty grim.
“Just then the man at the counter ahead of me whirled around, shoved something down into my “Save-At-Sam’s” tote and gave me a mighty push. So, here I am, flat on my face, handcuffed, on the verge of drowning, lying on top off my tote bag and staring up at a circle of black boots, black pant legs and drawn guns. A hard, metallic- feeling object is digging into my ribs and I can only think “It’s a gun! I’ll be shot in the gullet before I drown! Which would be worst?”
“I’m jerked roughly to my feet, dripping wet and stinky, thrown in the back of a police car and hauled off to the poky. The interrogation is not nice. My squishy appearance, my smell, the cocked gun and the poorly printed note pulled out of my tote don’t help my case. I keep insisting “I know how to spell, I would never spell MONEY like that! I know how to spell MONEY, it has an E in it, it’s not MONY.”
“They finally buy my story when they find no MONY on me, and a transient is apprehended while running madly through traffic, carrying a bank bag stuffed full of MONY.
“And so ends my life of crime, with me reeking of urine, shaking in my boots and vowing to do all my banking on line in the future.
“Oh Yes, I’ll cut back on my AMAZON PRIME orders too so I don’t get that broke again. For a brief moment there, I’ll admit, I was tempted to use the note and the gun for my own benefit.”