Fiction
by Scott Cumming
by Scott CummingEverything melts in the heat of the day. Nothing moves. Nothing sways. The desert shimmers untouched.
From the distance comes a roaring. Growing louder, closer until a sedan disrupts the tranquillity. Followed by bullets pinging off the bodywork from a chasing 4x4. Not cops, a clear and obvious double-cross.
Shaun and Marcus in the lead car. Marcus driving, Shaun sweating bullets from a mixture of the heat and the stress of having not gotten away clean. They’d pulled off the heist to end it all. Getting away for good was the final task.
Shaun and Marcus were professionals. Thieving since their teens. Started just f*****g around, but their bad upbringings got worse with age. Stuck with junkies and drunks for parents. Afflictions that came with s
