Pixel Fiction No 2

Here’s my ending to Pixel Fiction No. 2. You can read the first part from Scriber’s Web here.

The Blond Girl…

(continued from previous post)

I heard a strange noise, a loud popping noise. It was the sound of a gun. I turned around to see what was happening. A man I had never met grabbed me. He had just walked out of the bank and was holding the gun. He held the gun to my head and shouted out, “Freeze. Don’t anybody move or the lady with the baby gets it.” I was so afraid, I did not know what to do. I stood quietly. The man with the gun looked at me and said, “Lady, you’re coming with me.” He held me tightly and jabbed me with the gun as we walked towards a car that was nearby. He told me to get in and I did not know what to do. I had my baby and was afraid. “My baby, my baby,” I cried out. “That’s a nice little insurance policy you got there lady,” he replied, “give me the kid and here, you drive.” He handed me the car keys and grabbed my baby from my arms. I did not know what to do. There was a lot of noise and commotion. I got into the car and started to drive. Russian drivers are much faster than American drivers and a lot crazier too, so I didn’t notice so much when the bullets started to fly. I sped away.

I drove to where he told me to go. It was an old motel outside of town. The man demanded I go into the room with him. “We can sort things out inside,” he said to me. “Don’t make a fuss or the baby will get it.” He had my baby so I followed him.

That was our first bank robbery together. We did maybe 10 or 15 more since then, always the same. I pose as a lost tourist with a baby, he robs the bank, and I drive the getaway car. It worked out fine until one day he had to shoot a security guard in Bakersfield. The cops went to the TV station and we were labeled “cop killers” by the local news. It didn’t take long for them to find us.

Since I’ve been in prison, I now share a bunk with a weight lifter named Bertha. She’s mean but I wash her dishes and clean up after her. But she’s never happy. I never make her happy. She keeps talking about trying to escape. She just wants a better life. And somehow help her family.



  1. Scriber's Web
    November 24, 2008 / 1:42 pm

    Bertha? LOL! Love the ending! It is amazing how different folks can come up with different endings and they are both great!

    I love the way in the end she seems to have detached herself. Great job. Thanks!

  2. Ballerina Girl
    November 25, 2008 / 2:14 pm

    well, at least she found writing as a hobby in prison!

  3. Anonymous
    November 25, 2008 / 5:56 pm

    Great – love this version too :D!

  4. mythopolis
    November 25, 2008 / 6:21 pm

    Loved it!! I like how at the end you sorta loop it back to the beginning- with Bertha wanting to help her family. I think they should escape together in the sequel.

  5. Jodi
    November 26, 2008 / 3:26 am

    LOL @ how it all came around full circle for her. Very creative. Great writing!

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