Flash Fiction #187

Stopped Cold

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

STOPPED COLD

Lenny and Squiggy weren’t their real names, but everyone called them that. Something about a 1970s TV program.

After their respective parents had finally booted them out, they couch-surfed together for a while. Someone suggested that they get a job…. Job??! Yeah, we could pull a job.

Lenny knew where the local gang had a betting parlor. It was simple. Wear ski-masks. Run in the front. Wave some toy guns. Grab all the cash they could carry, and run out the back. Everything went flawlessly – but why won’t the back door open?

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16 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #187

  1. draliman says:

    Not the smartest tools in the box! I like their small misunderstanding of “get a job”…

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  2. Ha ha – nothing like stupid crooks to create a good little story!

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  3. Dale says:

    Ha ha! Funny thing is, we have a friend named Lenny who looks and sounds like Squiggy! No way dumb like these two, though

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  4. Margaret says:

    Funny story. Love the ending – perfect. What a dumb pair.

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  5. Violet Lentz says:

    Toy guns for a bookie jack? Oh buddy these guys should have hired a planner..

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    • Archon's Den says:

      I once owned a Crossman CO2, Beretta 92 reproduction that fooled a police officer who carried one, until he picked it up.
      Still…. a couple of extra IQ points wouldn’t have gone astray with these two.
      Thanx for stopping by again. 🙂

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  6. Abhijit Ray says:

    Poor planning, Lenny and Squiggy.

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  7. Anand Bose says:

    Interesting Story. Anand Bose from Kerala

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