Today’s 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt is courtesy of David Stewart. Enjoy.
John looked to Harold, his erstwhile partner in crime. “Now remember, we go on the third chime!”
Harold’s reply was to frown in confusion.
“I mean it Harold. Mess this up and it’s a world of pain for both of us.”
It was inevitable really. Harold’s grasp of numbers was poor at best. On the third chime, John drew his gun and ran inside the bank, shouting at everyone to get down. Harold on the other hand was left outside, struggling to count past two.
Shots rang out as armed guards unloaded their frustrations into John. Harold simply shook his head. Second chime would have worked better!