Long, deep, loud breaths. Wilbur could feel his heart race, pulse pounding in his ears. All he could hear was rapidly pumping blood.
“That heist went south, Man. How did they get there so fast?” Wilbur’s partner in crime asked.
“I don’t know. I just don’t know. We got the jewels. We got the money. We’re going to be alright,” Wilbur explained. He was hardly convinced his own words were true. His spine pressed into a cold wall of red brick. He didn’t know what street he and his partner had found refuge on, but he knew the buildings here were not going to hide them for long.
Sirens grew loud and soft again as squad cars moved down a nearby street.
“We have to move,” Wilbur told his partner. Continue reading
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“What can I get ya’ this fine morning, ma’am?” Shirley had asked the question a thousand times before and leading into the moment, there was nothing special about the woman sitting in the booth.
She was not even meant to be covering section H that afternoon. Barb called in sick at the last minute, again, and left the manager scrambling to find coverage. Shirley wished she had actually stopped by the library before work to pick up her reserved book on putting ones self first, but she had not. Before her manager had even asked, she volunteered to cover the section that night. She wondered, long after this night, if she had picked up the book and read even a few chapters, if she would have avoided what was in store. Continue reading