Stu had just rushed across town to his job at the bank. Same old same old for sad sack Stu. Customers were lined up beside each compartment in the building's inner sanctum. A black hooded man waltzed through sporting a black briefcase. Moments later, he took out a small gun, shooting several bullets into the ceiling before shouting orders. Everyone was still as the man passed by, except for Stu. The mask stopped in front of him, point blank. He swirled the trigger Stu's way. Stu appeared confused, then took the gun in his hand, nodded by the hood man.
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Short StoryA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
