Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It had been six months and Tom still couldn't get a job. His unemployment had long since run out and he was months behind on rent. He pulled a tee shirt over his muscular chest and shoved his thick arms through the sleeves of his windbreaker and looked in the mirror unthinkingly as he adjusted his clothes. He had short, curly brown hair and was clean shaven. He might be a criminal now -he thought as he pulled his pistol out of his drawer- but he didn't have to be a slob.
As he grabbed some tape, handcuffs and his pistol he thought about the robbery he intended to commit. He knew that most criminals made three mistakes; mistake one was lack of research, mistake two was timing and mistake three was not going far enough away from where they lived to not get caught. It would be 1am when he got to the small store a 45 minute drive away. He had been in there a few times already -enough to be reasonably sure that they had no security cameras for whatever reason. He had also checked the hours -they were open 24 hours. He'd never been there past 6pm -no one would recognize him.
He drove to the store and, parking across the street he waited. He watched through the window as the occasional customer came in and after a few minutes left. He watched the unlit street as well and when he was satisfied that no one would be coming for a while he got out of his car and entered the store. Approaching the counter he stared the young women directly in the eyes as he pressed the barrel of his gun between her eyes "All I want is your money -act nice, do what I say and you're gonna be ok..."
As he grabbed some tape, handcuffs and his pistol he thought about the robbery he intended to commit. He knew that most criminals made three mistakes; mistake one was lack of research, mistake two was timing and mistake three was not going far enough away from where they lived to not get caught. It would be 1am when he got to the small store a 45 minute drive away. He had been in there a few times already -enough to be reasonably sure that they had no security cameras for whatever reason. He had also checked the hours -they were open 24 hours. He'd never been there past 6pm -no one would recognize him.
He drove to the store and, parking across the street he waited. He watched through the window as the occasional customer came in and after a few minutes left. He watched the unlit street as well and when he was satisfied that no one would be coming for a while he got out of his car and entered the store. Approaching the counter he stared the young women directly in the eyes as he pressed the barrel of his gun between her eyes "All I want is your money -act nice, do what I say and you're gonna be ok..."
