The Great Christmas Eve Bakery Heist, micro fiction by G. Lynn Brown at Spillwords.com

The Great Christmas Eve Bakery Heist

The Great Christmas Eve Bakery Heist

written by: G. Lynn Brown

 

“Merry Christmas!” Clive hollered from the back in response to the clanging jingle bells on the front door.

He walked from the kitchen, a tray of freshly made figgy pudding in his hand. “How can I help–” The rest of his sentence stuck in his throat, and he nearly dropped the tray when a portly man wearing a black knit hat, a black leather jacket, and a scar from his mouth to his ear pointed a gun to his face.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” Clive pleaded and slowly set the tray on the counter, then threw up his arms in surrender. “T-t-take whatever you want.” He pressed no sale on the cash register. “Th-there! It’s all yours, just please don’t hurt me.”

“What’s taking so long?” A fat face with a newsboy cap pulled low over its brow, and a cigarette dangling off its bottom lip poked in through the door. “C’mon, there’s a flatfoot headed this way.”

“It’s okay, I got dis, Boss.” Scarface pulled a red velour Santa sack from the inside pocket of his jacket and pointed the gun at the tray on the counter. “I wish you a merry Christmas,” he sang like a canary. “Now give us the figgy pudding!”

The jingle bells jangled, and Clive stared at the empty tray.

The infamous Bahumbug Boys struck again.

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