The Sunday Whirl



She was sometimes adept at many things and never attempted anything she knew would fail. It was a physics class and the alchemy of metal that drew her to the bar that evening. She wanted to find a drunk employee from the bank, an easily fooled man with access to gold and silver coins. She hoped to cajole him into showing her some while she distracted him long enough to pocket a few. As she sat by him at the bar retrieving a peanut snack from her décolletage, she gained his full attention.

If it hadn’t been for him tripping over a dirt clod in the bar’s parking lot, then falling on the pavement causing his unconsciousness, she almost had her task completed. Instead she left him there and got into her car and drove away.


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