Thursday Photo Prompt HOSTED BY sue vincent
By Neel Anil Panicker
Raymond looked down at his feet and kicked Jack’s once muscular body, now just a crumpled mass of tissue turned ‘cold as winter’.
It had taken him a good hour to get rid of his best buddy, and more specifically partner in crine.
Good riddance, he screamed out in gay abandon, a cry of unbridled joy, absolutely aware that standing where he was, at the promontory that stood atop a gargantuan rock at the extreme right edge of the mile long deserted beach, none would hear or even see him as far as the eye could see.
He flicked a Marlborough from his inner baggy pockets and cupping his large alligator hands struck a match as an icy wind swept by.
Three quick inhalations deep into his lungs and he was a calmed man.
Slowly his gaze lifted far into the sea towards a solitary speck of land__Sir Albert’s Island.
His wrinkled eyes sparkled with untinted joy.
He had made it. Well, almost.
Nearly five months of threadbare planning, three murders, a couple of shootouts, and a daring mid-day bank robbery later, he had managed to lay his hands on a pile of money.
The spoils of the day added upto a staggering five million American dollars.
He touched the peak of his felt hat in acknowldgement of the success of the mission.
It had been worth it, the sheer daredevilry, the bizarre risk of crash landing a two seater rented aircraft and hoisting his band of four robbers straight into the bank’s inner santum sanctorum, the exact hexagonal area where the huge vault lay, and then fighting and shooting their way out into freedom, the massive steel trunk full of hard cash acting as a much needed shield.
Raymond’s mind suddenly flicked back to the present. He had double crossed his way to a pot of money.
But knowing the ways of the Spanish Police well enough, he knew that if ever harboured any hopes of enjoying all that wealth he had to get to the island and thereafter beyond to be absolutely safe.
His mind went into a tailspin as he stared out into the ever darkening sea waters.
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I’m rather hoping he drowns…
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Me too. Thanks a lot for the reblogging, dear Sue.
My pleasure, Neel.
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Sounds like he’s not going to make it. Interestingly enough, my tale based on this prompt also included a couple of bank robbers and murderers. They, however, faced a somewhat different fate.