Accomplice

The bank floor felt cold on my nose. The gun at the door crouched and whispered, “Play my girlfriend and I’ll get you outta here, ok?”

I nodded.

Outside, he clutched my waist for three blocks. Thought I’d never see him again.

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14 Replies to “Accomplice”

      1. ‘Tis true, but it’s all about the leather jacket and the steaming hot bike more than anything else.

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