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Friday Fictioneers 10/19/12 (Two Versions)
Ken waited until the bus doors were shutting before he ran up and pounded on the glass.
“Thanks,” he told the driver as he gave his ticket.
He sat and glanced at the people riding with him. Several older people, a couple of fat guys, some kids, and their mothers. “Perfect,” he thought. He waited about two miles into the desert before he stood up and pulled his guns.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a holdup!”
All eyes fastened on him, deep red and glowing. All moved toward him.
“Shit! Wrong bus!” was all he had time for before shooting.
***** Number Two **********
Ken waited until the bus doors were shutting before he ran up and pounded on the glass.
“Thanks,” he told the driver as he gave his ticket.
He sat and glanced at the people riding with him. Several older people, a couple of fat guys, some kids, and their mothers. “Perfect,” he thought. He waited about two miles into the desert before he stood up and pulled his guns.
“Holdup, Folks! Stay Calm!”
One of the fat dudes raised a .38 and shot Ken in the forehead.
He stumbled back, and then stood, eyes red and glowing.
“I said, ‘calm’.”
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Namaste,
Scott