The Grab & Git

05/23/11

It’s about one a.m. and I walk into buzzing harsh light. A little bell tinkles over the door. The skinny guy with jet black hair and tats everywhere doesn’t even look up. I mean this fucker is a tattoo. I don’t see any clear skin. He looks like an Aztec fuckin’ warrior or something. No headdress though.

Jesus, this store is hotter than blue-hammered hell. I don’t come in here much but my license is suspended. Gotta walk everywhere now and this buzzing hot-house hell, called the Grab & Git, is close to the house. Besides, I’m a man on a mission.

Straight to the back corner I go, head down, trudging to the glass doors and beer. I begin window shopping. Open one door, close it and then open another.

“Dude, Bud’s on sale”, Tats says from up front.

I continue my scanning. I finally grab the Shiner Bock like I was going to all along. Lately, my estimated needs for the weekend have been off. Way off.

I turn to head back up one of the narrow aisles of assorted junk and hear the bell on the door tinkle again.

“You got one tick to stop looking at me boy.” Loud voice, full of piss and vinegar.

I thought the voice was talking to me and I look to the front, blinking with drunk confusion.

“Alright man, alright, so I’m not lookin’ at you”, the skinny guy up front says.

“Anybody else in here?”

I crouch down behind a big display of Doritos.

“No, not quite yet partner, you just beat the rush.”

The report of the gun inside this little cracker box store is so fucking loud I swear my ears are bleedin’. Silence now, except the ringing. The gunpowder smell reaches me. Someone groans, gotta be the skinny clerk.

I ease a look around the edge of the display and back up the aisle to the counter but I can’t see anything. I don’t know what to do so I snug myself down again.

I’m sweating now and a drip off my nose hits the floor I’m staring at. My ears are searching for some sound, something.

Nothing, but those buzzing fuckin’ lights.

Glass breaks and something else tumbles over, fizzing and spewing. I use that sound to set down the twelve pack and crab walk to the next aisle over.

“Alright, smart ass, open the fuckin’ register. Do it now or I put you down for good.”

I catch a glimpse of a black t-shirt and the profile of a nylon face. He’s behind the counter with the clerk. The shooter jerks a look down the other aisle I just moved from.

“You sure no one else is here?”

“Yeah, yeah, dude…I’m sure. Look, have it all, I don’t give a fuck. Just don’t kill me man.” The clerk sounds wheezy and scared shitless.

“Open the motherfuckin’ drawer.”

I hear the drawer open and there is some shuffling and banging around.

I’ve switched aisles again and I’m closer now.

Slowly coming up the front aisle of the store and I’m watching their reflection in the front glass.

“Where’s the camera tapes?”

“Back…back office, on the high shelf.” The kid sounds bad.

“That it? Deposit bag?”

“Back there too…but in the safe. I ain’t got the combination.”

I’m watching the clerk, who’s standing but doubled over and holding his arm, hand and shirt soaked with blood. He’s shaking his head.

“Swear I can’t ope –.”

Mid sentence the mask guy puts the gun right on the top of his head and shoots him. Red spray and mist everywhere. I can’t hear a fuckin’ thing now.

The guy walks through the little door into the office and I gotta go.

I slide right up behind him and just at the last second, he hears me. Starts to turn.

Bang. He’s a big fucker and when he drops its like an oak tree going down.

I take the surveillance tapes and an extra twelve of Shiner. It’s a public service fee.

I can’t take the money. I could sure use it but the old cop in me just won’t allow it.

Wouldn’t be right.

~ fin ~

Jim Wilsky is a crime fiction writer. He is the co-author of a three book series; Blood on Blood, Queen of Diamonds and the most recent release, Closing the Circle. He’s finishing a new book coming out in late summer 2014, as well as releasing a published collection of his short stories.

His short story work has appeared in some of the most respected online magazines such as Shotgun Honey, Beat To A Pulp, All Due Respect, Yellow Mama, The Big Adios, A Twist of Noir, Rose & Thorn Journal, Pulp Metal, Plots With Guns, and others. He has contributed stories in several published anthologies, including All Due Respect, Kwik Krimes and Both Barrels. He is supported and strengthened by a wonderful wife and two beautiful daughters.

 

Mike, Serious thanks and appreciation. Great making contact and look forward to reading your stories. AJ, I'm sorry, WHAT did you say?! Think of Saving Private Ryan - the poor guy walking along with blown ear drums, the one Hanks asks if he knows a Pvt. Ryan...I always get a kick out of what you have to say, you've got some great insight. Thanks so much for reading.
SKI19542003
May 26, 2011
Authentic, especially with the last line hammering it down. Thank god someone finally noted that, when you fire a gun in a confined space, all the people involved with that event deal with deafness and a big green splotch in their center of vision for a while. An old cop would know that, huh? crackerjack story, Jim.
AJ Hayes
May 26, 2011
"I can't take the money. I could sure use it but the old cop in me just won't allow it." Ambiguity- this is the sentence that brought the whole story together for me. Nice hook.
Mike Wilkerson
May 26, 2011
David and Chris, Thanks again for reading and the feedback. I'm glad you liked it.
Jim Wilsky
May 26, 2011
Nice flashing, Jim.
paladin-1
May 25, 2011
Phenomenal, Jim. Strong voice, solid pacing, lively action. Everything I could want in a piece of flash.
Chris Rhatigan
May 25, 2011
Just wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to read and comment. Appreciate it very much. Almost Shiner time, like the song says, it's 5 o'clock somewhere right?
Jim Wilsky
May 24, 2011
nice! and something about a bullet in the top of the head is so brutal, like that shot from Leo under the bed in Miller's Crossing. and "the old cop in me" line was killer. awesome stuff, man
davidjameskeaton
May 24, 2011
I really enjoyed the voice. It had a good speed, fluidity and gritty flavor to it; distinctive without being overdone. This made the story seem like an exciting slice of a larger personality, and that substance counts. All in all, a well told vignette.
Matthew C Funk
May 24, 2011
"Lately, my estimated needs for the weekend have been off. Way off." My sentiments exactly. The entire time I read this I kept seeing my own liquor store haunt. And now you made me want to have a beer before nine in the morn and my pockets are empty. Gee, thanks. Good prose, man. I liked this and think I'll scope out more of your work now.
TheFourthAce
May 24, 2011
Wow. This is brilliant, and the ending provides the perfect jolt.
Joyce Juzwik
May 23, 2011
That's some fine writing, Jim. Now I want a Shiner Bock. Without the blood & brains chaser!
tpluck
May 23, 2011
Perfect shot of flash.
Paul D Brazill
May 23, 2011

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