Here’s a 250-word story inspired by a Writers’ Circle prompt back in October. I think it was a Tuesday Writers’ Circle, so thanks, Liz.

Mr. Fields

            “You know what they say about the light at the end of the tunnel,” said George.

            “Yeah,” said Frank, “I think we finally ditched the cops.”

            They were almost to the end of the dim railroad tunnel on foot, and an archway of morning sunlight beckoned not very far ahead. The straps of George’s knapsack were digging into his shoulders, but he didn’t mind very much, since it contained nearly the entire inventory of the jewelry store they had just robbed.

            “My careful plan really went to hell,” said George.

            “Who knew that cop would be right there.”

            “Too bad they got Bobby,” said George.

            “Yeah, but I think we fooled ’em. That was brilliant when you turned down that alley and jumped down onto these tracks.”

            “We gotta find a place to hide out till we can contact Mr. Fields,” said George.

            “Whaddya gonna do with your money, Georgey?”

            “Me and Darlene are gonna go to Florida and buy a condo. What about you? Watch your step. That tie is rotten.”

            “Thanks,” said Frank. “I haven’t decided yet. I’ve never had that much money.”

            “Well we ain’t got it yet. I’ll feel much better when I have the money in my hands.”

            “I shoulda brought sunglasses. That sun is bright.”

            George and Frank emerged from the tunnel into the bright morning.

            “Freeze! This is the police. Put your hands up!”

            “Damn, Georgey,” said Frank. “I think you’re gonna be livin’ in a grey bar condo, not in Florida.”

            “At least you didn’t make any plans,” said George.

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Stay safe and be well.

— Owen Rodda