The bank teller read the note the little girl handed him: ‘giv me all yur munee and no body gets hert.’
Henry read the note again and looked at the girl. She wore a pink dress, two dark braids that hung down the sides of her head, a very innocent smile, and a backpack. She was the only person in his line.
He chuckled, uncomfortably, and readjusted his glasses. He looked around the bank for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked normal. The teller to his left had one person in line. The teller to his right had two. The security guard, Malcolm, was calmly waiting by the door to let customers in and out.
“Did somebody ask you to give this note to me?”
The little girl’s smile quickly dropped and she gave Henry a hard stare. She reached into her pocket, pulled out another note, and gave it to Henry. Ignoring him, she then pulled out a piece of gum from her other pocket, unwrapped it, put it in her mouth and started chewing impatiently.
Henry opened the next note: ‘no reelee put the munee in a bag and giv it to me NOW!’
Henry laughed again and looked at the girl, who had switched her backpack around to the front. Her hand was sticking inside the bag, as if she was holding something, waiting to pull it out.
“Okay, look little girl. Your little game has been fun, but what you are doing can get you into a whole lot of trouble. It’s not right. I know you are just playing, but I need to know what your name is and who your mom and dad are so…”
The little girl was holding a gun. He looked closer. It looked real. His heart sank and his blood froze. This was not happening.
He looked around, mouth open, to see if anybody else was watching.
Everyone else was oblivious.
He looked back at the girl who was holding her finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet. She gently put the gun back in the bag.
Henry couldn’t move. He stood, staring. She widened her eyes and raised her brow, as if to ask him to hurry up.
Henry gently reached down and opened the till. Methodically he started producing cash by the fistful on the counter. As quickly as he put it down, the girl easily moved it into her book bag. When the till was empty he looked at the girl and raised his hands. No more.
She zipped her bag up and slung it on her back. She looked at him and gave him a smile of thanks and then blew a huge bubble.
Henry flinched, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The little girl smiled again and then walked toward the exit.
“Have a nice day, young lady,” Malcolm said, opening the door for her.
“I will,” Henry heard her reply before walking out.
Henry looked at the two notes and the empty till. Running his fingers through his hair, he tried to rationalize what had just happened.
“Are you open?” an elderly woman asked, appearing at his window.
He let out another, uncomfortable chuckle.
First sentence of this story submitted by Trey G. It received the second most votes for sentences submitted the week of September 17, 2012.
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