Short Story: You are a customer lying face down on the floor during a bank robbery. Describe the robbery from this vantage point.

You are a customer lying face down on the floor during a bank robbery. Describe the robbery from this vantage point.

The cold marble was making my ear numb and the fixed position I had to hold my body in was giving me a cramp and yet I felt oddly calm, strangely euphoric. I held my body still as one of the three armed men walked past me, his boots brand spanking new, size nine, dark brown laces. I looked up carefully, he was probably my height, 5’10, slim, a mask over his face, but not his ears, pale a little red at the tips. I quickly looked at the other three guards. Their ears exposing their race to me.

My mind pinged as I looked at all three of them again; they had been eating at the café across the road for almost a month. I had spoken to one of them a few times. I could help the police when they interviewed me later. The police who had burst open my door a few nights ago because they had gotten an address wrong, terrified my student who I was tutoring who had been thrown against the floor, a gun to his cheek, as the police had torn my apartment inside out, searching for someone who was never there, before I, who they had put into handcuffs, had been able to explain to them, that 4a the apartment they were looking for was across the street, I was 4a1. A common mistake, one that could have been easily rectified if they had listened from the beginning.

I could anonymously help the bank. The same bank that had refused to grant me a loan to start my tutoring business, a business that had been taking off before the police had put a gun to one of my students, making all the parents rightfully stop bring their children to my house.

Abruptly I was furious and my mind again presented me with a plan to profit from my present situation.

I stood up, clutching my chest. The armed robbers came up to me immediately.

“Take me to the toilet, I will help you,” I said clearly whiles portraying someone in distress to the other thirty seven hostages.

They looked at each other and one of them raised his gun.

“Eggs benedict, hash brown, two sausages, baked beans, three brown toasts.” I said quickly meeting the eyes of the man who had raised the gun, before continuing with the theatrics again.

I was immediately walked to the toilet.

I quickly told them about my plan.

“Where the hell did you learn how to crack safes,” pink ears said, “you talk weird as well, are you like rain man or something.”

“I’m a tutor, one of the children will only learn if I allow him to crack a safe after every sessions, he taught me.” I said indirectly answering his question.

They were silent for a moment.

“Do we have a deal?” I asked to sped things along.

“Hell yeah!” The third man said sticking his head through the door.

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Short Story: The Witness part 2

Door

Cool hands on her skin that felt feverishly hot.

“Miss Nansam?”

Eseme jumped and he removed his hands.

“Miss Nansam?” he said again.

Eseme looked up, and around the room, they weren’t alone, a least seven other people were staring at her, had witnessed her seizure, not a single one of them were medical personnel.

“Get out,” Eseme said, her voice hoarse from screaming, but only at the need had she screamed, throughout she had been silent. What kind of monster was she to not scream as she was subjected to what she saw? Only at the end when it was already too late.

“What was that Miss Nansam?” the detective asked leaning forward.

Eseme cringed away from him but repeated her request.

He looked confused for a moment before turning around to the other people in her hospital room.

“I think she wants you all to leave,” a nurse who had just walked back in said firmly.

There was a moment of indecision as the detectives and other law enforcement officials looked like they wanted to argue before filing out. Six men and four women in total.

The detective that had been speaking to Eseme hesitated at the door before the nurse ushered him out.

“I’m so sorry for what you witnessed,” the nurse said before heading out.

Eseme nodded.

What she witnessed, not what happened to her because nothing had happened to her, she was perfectly fine, a few scathes, maybe a bruise or two, but she had left that road with her life, which was more than she could say for the others who hadn’t been fast enough, who hadn’t been spared, and she made no allusions about this, she had been spared. Why? She didn’t know.

Plays: The Inspectors Office: Part 4

FX: Swinging of door open as a young girl enters. Her light footsteps can be heard as she makes her way to the chair. Door swings shut behind her.

YOUNG GIRL:                       Hello

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (screams) Jonny!!!

FX: Door swings open, soft padding of Jonny’s shoes as he makes his way over to the young girl.

YOUNG GIRL:                       (desperately) But I have something to say!

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (sarcastic) O really? (Sternly) Listen to me very carefully little girl, if you do not leave this room right away, and I mean fast, real fast. You’ll be sleeping in a cell tonight, alone. Now go on!

YOUNG GIRL:                       (Indignant) Hey! I’m not here for the prize money!

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (sarcastic) You sure? Then what you here for? Adventure? Sweets? Fame? A day off from school?

YOUNG GIRL:                       (Hesitantly) No! It’s just…

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (mimicking her girly high voice) It’s just what? (Angrily) I don’t have time for time wasters

YOUNG GIRL:                       (Indignant) But I have something to say!

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (condescending) O really? About what exactly? Your pets? Boy at school? Strict parents? School bullies?

YOUNG GIRL:                       (Upset – whispers) No! I said I have –

INSPECTOR LEE:                 O that’s right you have something to say! Go on spit it out! Get it off your chest! Blow off some steam! What cat got your tongue?!

YOUNG GIRL:                       (Angrily) No!

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (smug) That’s what I thought, now go on!

YOUNG GIRL:                       (Pause, then says firmly) No! I have something to say; about the 27th of August at nine fifty five, on the corner of Saint Mary Axe.

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (pause – clears throat, then says calmly) Please go on

YOUNG GIRL:                       (High Girlish voice- speaks very fast) Finally! Well on that day yeah. I was walking to school with a boy called Jamie Rivers, and he and I were going to be late, seeing as it was nearly 10. But yeah, anyway I was slow cause I had just eaten breakfast –

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (Takes a deep breath then screams) Jonny!!!!!!!!

FX: Jonny comes forward to take the girl away – rustling of clothes as he places his hands on her shoulders. She shrugs him off.

YOUNG GIRL:                       (Indignant) What hey! I haven’t finished my story I saw a car run over a cats tail! Hey get off!

FX: Lee leaves the little girl and Jonny in the Interrogation room and rises out of his chair, scraping of chair harshly against the floor. Lee goes into the waiting room which is just outside the door; heavy footsteps of Lee can be heard. He violently pushes the door open. Loud chatter can be heard – but is quickly hushed by his entrance


Plays: The Inspectors Office: Part 2

MARGARET:                         Well hello young man. Good to see this place is being kept clean, but still looks menacing huh? (High laughter)

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (exasperated) Mrs. Robinson, may I ask what it is you are doing here? (lower voice) again?

MARGARET:                         O I’m here about the prize money of course. It’s all over the news deary, and I just thought I could do with that. Well you see, my poor whiskers she needs some surgery and I can’t pay out of my pension –

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (sternly) Mrs. Robinson! This is a serious matter, we’re not a charity! If you have –

MARGARET:                         (Sobs quietly – sniffles panting, blows her nose loudly, drinks water loudly)

MARGARET:                         (Sniffles) O no, no! I heard the news, o no, you said if I saw, if I only saw, and I saw, I just saw

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (strained voice which then turns to anger) Mrs. Robinson! This is an investigation for pities sake!

MARGARET:                         (Hysterical crying) O no! Whiskers! Whiskers surgery!

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (strained calm tone) Mrs. Robinson? Mrs. Robinson?!

MARGARET:                         (Crying has stopped) Call me Margaret

INSPECTOR LEE:                 Okay, Margaret, did you see anything on the night of August 27th at nine fifty five on the –

MARGARET:                         (Excited) O yes! Yes I did! I saw something! I came in to say I saw something!

INSPECTOR LEE:                 And what is that Mrs – Margret?

MARGARET:                         (sniffling) Well my cat whisker of course. Her tail was trodden on at precisely 10:15 I am sure of it, I know that only a killer would do something like that! Only a killer! It had to be him!

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (rising anger) Mrs – Margret if you did not see anything at the corner of Saint Mary Axe, on the 27th of August at nine fifty five! Then I’m sorry, I cannot help you!

MARGARET:                         (Angrily) Well I never! I should file a complaint against you Leonard, after all my taxes have paid!  I have never been thus –

INSPECTOR LEE:                 Jonny!

FX: Door swings open as Jonny enters. He places a hand gently on Margaret pulling her up gently. Margaret rises swiftly and the chair is violently scrapped against the surface of the floor as she leaves. A stomping of her heels, Jonny puts a hand on her again to help but she struggles away from him, sounds of struggling can be heard as Margaret tries to free herself of Jonny.

MARGRET:                            (Angrily) Hey! Unhand me! Unhand me at once!

JONNY:                                  (Strained voice, softly spoken) Mrs Robinson please let’s just…

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (Sternly) Margret! Well you please co-operate –

MARGRET:                            (Hysterical indignation) Call me Mrs. Robinson! Hey! I said unhand me!

FX: Jonny lets go of her she storms out ahead of him – he follows her. Two sets of footsteps can be heard. The Door swings open and closed.

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (sighs then yawns loudly, mumbles) She gets crazier with every visit

 

Plays: The Inspectors Office: Part 1

Hello All,

I know I said I would post the recording of Heart Problems up, but due to technical difficulties I was unable to, I am still working out the kinks but hopefully it shall be posted up shortly.

As promised my new play: The Inspectors Office.

The Inspectors Office

Scene 1: Interrogation Room 1 at City of London Police Station, 182 Bishopsgate

INSPECTOR LEE:                     (condescending – enunciates every syllable) Bring them in Jonny one by one – actually I’ll say it nice, and slow and simple for your real slow mind to understand. Don’t use your head, do as I tell you, we could use my head instead of yours, it’s got a masters, it should to compensate for your lacking.

JONNY:                                      (soft hesitant voice) Yes Sir, I hear you Sir, I was just going to say that –

INSPECTOR LEE:                     Jonathan! How long have you been here!

JONNY:                                      (starts off hesitant) Well sir, I’ve been here for nearly 4 months sir, got myself promoted just last week sir

INSPECTOR LEE:                     O really 4 months already, and what have you learnt in those 4 months?

JONNY:                                      Well I’ve erm learnt –

INSPECTOR LEE:                     Let me tell you what you’ve learnt; to follow my orders and –

JONNY:                                      Well sir, I did –

INSPECTOR LEE:                     Don’t interrupt me Jonny. In fact I don’t want you to talk –

JONNY:                                      But sir –

INSPECTOR LEE:                     (loudly) No! Not even if the Prime Minister walked in and told you I was going to be knighted, not even if your girlfriend breaks up with you and your upset and want to talk; not then, not know, not ever.

JONNY:                                      Well yes sir but –

INSPECTOR LEE:                 Jonny, what did I tell you about talking?

JONNY:                                  Erm, well sir, you said I should…

INSPECTOR LEE:                 What was that Jonny?

JONNY:                                  Not do it sir. And I won’t! I will be tight-lipped. The best partner you ever had sir, but sir –

INSPECTOR LEE:                 Jonny!

JONNY:                                  Sir yes sir! Not A word Sir! I will go and get the next witness sir!

FX: Jonny’s footsteps can be heard on the floor, a heavy sounding door swings shut as Jonny exits, then swings open again as Siobhan walks in, her high heels can be heard clicking loudly on the metal floor. She drags the chair opposite Lee out; it produces a very noisy sound as it is scraped against the surface of the floor. The jingling of her bracelets can be heard from when she first enters until she sits down. The walk from the door to the chair is very short.

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (calmly) Siobhan, why am I not surprised to see you here. So tell me what you saw on the night –

SIOBHAN:                              Don’t give me attitude Lee, yeah. All I wana say is that I didn’t see nothing or nobody or no one – ain’t nothing gona make me talk. I ain’t a squealer. Hell I just got out and I look way to cute to go back in, shoo.

INSPECTOR LEE:                 Siobhan calm down will you, just calm down. No one said anything about you going back inside. I just want to know what you saw.

SIOBHAN:                              Nothing! I didn’t see nada, neit, non, nothing. (Pause) so when do I get my money? Cause you know you’re lucky I am even speaking to your trifling ass – after what you did to me –

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (raised voice) Jonny get her out of here!

FX: Jonny rushes in – the door swings open, soft padding of Jonny shoes against the floor.

SIOBHAN:                              (Grunts – sassy voice) O uh-uh, after no money! Dressing up – looking all cute to come down here, waking up early to travel down here, leaving my street corner empty for you. No don’t you touch me! I know you can’t afford this on what he is paying you!

JONNY:                                  (whispers) Come on Siobhan

                                                    FX: Siobhan bracelets and bangles and jingling loudly, as Jonny places a hand on her, pulling her slightly. Her chair is scraped violently across floor as she gets up to leave. Siobhan grunts and curses. Two sets of footsteps can be heard as they both leave. The door swings closed.

INSPECTOR LEE:                (sighs in exasperation)

FX: Lee drinks a glass of water; he then shuffles the papers on his desk. The Door opens again, The Lawyer walks in his shoes barely making a sound as he makes his way over to the chair, which he sits in, sound of the chair very gently being scrapped in.

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (Clears throat then speaks in a voice of forced calm) So what did you see?

LAWYER:                              What did you think I could see?

INSPECTOR LEE:                 Listen mate, I’m not here to mess around. Did you or did you not see anything on the night of August 27th at nine fifty five, at the corner of Saint Mary Axe?

LAWYER:                              Maybe I saw something, maybe I didn’t. I need to know how much money I’m getting first – it’s not easy out there.

INSPECTOR LEE:                 No? (Incredulous) For a sleaze ball like you I am sure times must not be hard at all. Don’t think I don’t see you selling those knock-off watches down in the old pub –

LAWYER:                              (Indignant) Hey! Hey I don’t come in here judging you yeah. Its business, business is business and will always be business right. So I need to know my cut, see that’s the Lawyer in me talking. You know what I am saying?

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (Loudly) This isn’t a business wise guy! You tell me what happened and I’ll decide not to arrest you for fraud. How’s that for business.

LAWYER:                              Well then maybe I did see something; know what I mean. But it was on the 26th – now if you need any information on the 26th – I’m your guy, will that interest you?

INSPECTOR LEE:                 (Raised voice) Jonny! Get this maestro out of here!

FX: Door swings open, light footsteps of Jonny can be heard as he makes his way to The Lawyer. Jonny places a hand on the Lawyer.

LAWYER:                                  (Indignant) Hey, hey watch the suit it’s the best knock-off Italian you’ll ever see. Hey I said watch it, I ought’ta press charges

JONNY:                                      (Softly) Sorry ‘bout this…

LAWYER:                                  Yeah you will be sorry! (Voice drowns out))

FX: The Lawyer brushes Jonny’s arm away and gets up, slight scrapping of the chair, Jonny places his hand back on the Lawyer a rustling of the lawyers clothes can be heard as he straightens out his suit. Two sets of footsteps heard as they leave the door swings closed. The door is immediately opened again and closed; Margaret enters she moves very slowly to the chair a light clicking of heels can be heard as she walks. A light scraping of the chair on the floor as Margret sits down.