The Robber

By Willy Lee

The cool breeze hit the man’s face as he looked at the luminescent light of the moon. The moon was the only thing that lit the dark silk that shrouded the city during the night. He had a black beanie slick and tight on his skin. It protected his identity and was the only thing that would keep him hidden from the others around him. His eyes open and had the look of regret. The man took one last look at his home and left. The man was fast, quick and moved without a sound. His clothes were black too to keep him concealed from the observing men who sat in their car wearing a blue uniform. To other people they were there friends and allies. But to him they were the one-soul things that stopped him from his objective. He perched himself on a tree in the park and staked out for what he was looking for. The man glanced at the lighted sign people used to attract people to spend money. To him it was a chance to get his life back. The man stood there and walked in the street with his head down as he mischievously walked in the dark alee. He could smell the potent smell of garbage next to him. It was time. There were no regrets for this man as he took out his glimmering weapon. It was cold in his bare hands. No one would understand why he was doing this. He had no other choice. He closed his eyes and prayed for success. The man took a breath and let it out. The warmth of his breath left his body and made a cloud like smoke. He walked in the bank, “Freeze!” he yelled.