Now, as to continue from where we were before,
our friend Reuben Price was huddling in the quarters of his car
observing the people as the freeze blanketed The City.
He folded his back towards his chest in an effort to relax the vibrato of his spine
as it shook from the freeze that managed to snake into the cracks of the car doors.
A smoke of ice lifted upwards out of the cavity of his short breaths
making Reuben Price look like a weak engine locomotive.
His lips blue; were shaking and his eyes were staring at the clock as it read 8:53 am.
He turned on the radio and a man’s voice entered the space of the car from the speakers and began to tell of the weather,
but Reuben Price turned him off, for he knew that only more freeze was to come.
Gripping tight in the pocket of his coat was
a five dollar bill, a mess of notes, and a single brass key.
Nestled inside the interior breast pocket of his coat was a tin foiled pistol.
Better yet, a six barreled snub; its skin was long-lived, silver and a beaten handle made of Ivory that contained the initials,
it belonged to his late grandfather, Howard Price, that bought it for $52 off of a man named Herbert Ulysses Turner, at a dinner party.
His grandfather had bought it when he was 38 years old and shot it once.
The bullet entered into the stomach of a young man named Johan Flores.
His grandfather made off with $14 dollars and a gold wrist watch made by Guccio Gucci.
He sold the watch to a pawn shop for $89 dollars and was arrested within three hours
when arrested for public indecency as he was seen “putting his penis in a mailbox”
after an hour of drinking at a bar called the “Drunken Quip”.
He was sentenced to 4 years for armed robbery and assault with a deadly weapon.
Johan Flores spent two and a half months in a hospital recovering from his stomach wound
after a Spanish woman found him crying on her doorsteps with his hand clenched on his stomach.
The gun was held for evidence and was later bought at an auction 11 years later that the police station held.
It was bought by Grandpa Prices’ brother in law and returned it to Robert Price, Reuben’s father.
Robert Price hadn’t talked to his father since the sentence was finalized in the court.
Robert Price was disgusted with the gun and threw it outside into the back dumpster,
but that night an 11 year old Reuben Price snuck out to retrieve the gun.
He hid it in a small cardboard box that was duck taped to top of his cabinet that was under his bathroom sink.
He had never shot it, but cocked it several times and showed only two people,
his best friend, Scott Benatier and his first long time girlfriend, Katie Sanders.
Up until the previous Monday, the gun hadn’t been loaded for almost 26 years,
so there was question whether or not the gun still worked.
The time was just two minutes shy of 9 o’clock,
and Reuben Price stepped from the car and walked with his head in his chest towards the Fifth Bank of The City.
Inside was a heaping $489,000 that was always kept safe inside the bank’s vault.
Now Reuben Price was not entirely a man of thoughtless action,
but was still random enough to take anything anywhere.
His running shoes touched the entrance mat and he grabbed the heavy handle and
pulled the door ajar.