He saw the building that formed a cross and knew it was time. He took his leave of the crew and the passengers, apologising for the inconvenience, picked up the bags of money and exited via the stair ramp, which conveniently dropped down from the bottom of the craft.
As he parachuted softly down, he steered himself toward his target, a second cross-shaped building, in this case a church, and thought about all the ways he would spend the money he had earned.
After the minister had helped him move the money to the crypt, he apologised too; for squealing.
As he parachuted softly down, he steered himself toward his target, a second cross-shaped building, in this case a church, and thought about all the ways he would spend the money he had earned.
After the minister had helped him move the money to the crypt, he apologised too; for squealing.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
This is an intriguing little tale.
ReplyDeleteLOL. Ouch. I guess you can't trust anyone these days!
ReplyDeleteJim, At least he was able to reach the ground safely. I hope he has a ground escape plan or he's in big trouble. Well-written story. : ) ---Susan
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