I hit my pudgy hand on the counter, and pulled out a
revolver.
       "This is a stickup, open the FUCKING cash
register!"
The young man behind the counter froze, seemed more annoyed
than frightened.
       "What the fuck are YOU looking at? Kiss the fucking
ground!"
The elderly man, around 45 years of age or so, trepid with
fear, did as he was told and laid his body on the checkered
floor. Only the thoughts of his late wife, a cancer victim,
ran through his head.
"Get working on the fucking register asshole!"
The young man rolled his eyes & began pressing some buttons.
I turned my gun to the family huddled near the snack foods
isle. It was Quite touching, the man, a father I assumed,
covering his children...almost like an igloo, a big warm
igloo. The children, two of them, were crying, but he
heartwarmingly "shushed" them to be quiet.
"Shut the FUCK up!"
My attention turned to an old man with a cane by the coffee
machine. Pitiful really, so I decided to let him be for
now.
"Hurry it up asshole, I've got somewhere to be!"
Lights flashing outside the convenience store, blinding
almost, so I didn't look straight at them. I paid no
attention to the sirens or the man on the loudspeaker. I was
here for one reason.
The boy behind the counter handed the cash over to me. I
stuffed it greedily in my pants and before I could tell
anyone to "stay the fuck down", I felt a strong tugging at
my leg, tugging me towards the door. The Old man with a cane
began a bellyful laugh. I decided his time was up, so I put
a bullet through his throat. And at that moment, almost
simultaneously with his death, I was dragged out the door.

"Congratulations Mrs. Newbury, you have a beautiful baby
boy. A Beautiful, pure, wholesome little baby boy."
"Please, Let me See!!"
The Nurse Hands the child over to the mother with a smile on
her face.
"What's this, a pistol?"