Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.
Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.
“There is no sign of clear skies clouding up and bringing rain after the drought, if you want to put things in a poetic kind of way, and if you don’t, well, let’s just say my luck is bad and I’ve lost my patience with it,” Meggie said to the bank teller (name tag announcing Hi! I’m AMELIA), who at first looked confused and then comprehending.
“Oh, a robbery,” Amelia said, “right, I get that, and if you want I’ll just hand over the money, we’re insured, so it’s no skin off my back, though I’ll warn you that banking isn’t what it used to be and the amount of cash in my drawer is borderline useless…but…you know what, we’ve got an opening in this office and” – she leaned forward, lowering her voice – “the opportunities from the inside are much better, if you get what I mean, so listen, talk to that lady over there” – she flicked her eyes – “and I’ll say you’re a friend…” holding her foot over the silent alarm in the floor as Meggie’s head swiveled away from her.
Double double cross
Where will the money end up?
First rule: stay focused.