The Chelsea Bun – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s larger short story collection (250 stories), Fifty 5pm Fictions Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

The Chelsea Bun

The old man pointed to the display and put up one finger.

“One of these?” the girl behind the counter asked softly.

The old man tapped his ear and leaned forward, turning his ‘bad’ side towards her.

“Oh, sorry,” the girl said louder, then boomed, “A Chelsea bun?”

“Yes, please,” he replied, his artificial voice robotic.

The woman behind him, his bank manager although neither of them had ever met, tapped her foot and looked at her watch.

“Anything else?” the girl asked the old man.

“Sorry?” he croaked.

“Anything other than the Chelsea bun?” she repeated, even louder.

“Chelsea bun?”

“Look!” the bank manager snapped. “Isn’t there anyone else serving?”

The old man swung round and jabbed a pistol into her spotless cream jacket.

“Hey! You’ll mark my…” then she looked down and screamed.

“On the floor!” his voicebox ordered.

“My suit!” the woman complained.

“Get!”

Before he needed to say more the woman was kneeling.

“Down!” he growled and the woman lay on the floor, whimpering.

The face of a young woman appeared at the door but saw what was going on and she ran off, mobile clamped to her ear.

The man turned round and looked into the frightened assistant’s eyes, took the bun and left the shop, sirens wailing in the distance.

*

A week later, an old man who’d fought in two wars, a bullet from the latter ripping through his throat, entered the Ivyworth Bank.

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