Daily Dialogue: A Special Kind of Heist, Part Two

Yesterday’s scene was too good to leave alone, so I’m gonna continue it. The same rules apply: 20 minutes of two women talking with no goal.

Jamie
Got everything?

Riley
Yeah… It’s not a shit plan, but it’s definitely a weird one.

Jamie
I thought you liked the weird ones.

Riley
I love the weird ones, but to stand in the face of SUCH a weird one… I’m not gonna back out, I just need a few minutes to process, I guess.

Jamie
Well, it has to be so fucking weird because we’re committing one of the weirder heists thieves ever participated in. Who steals a mob boss’ wife and newborn child, right?

Riley
Right! Ugh, right. How long do we have until we have to start setting up?

Jamie
An hour. Shift changes happen then.

Riley
And if we get caught–

Jamie
My urge for self-preservation won’t let that happen. I had my meltdown to clear my head, so we’re fine now.

Riley
This is just to keep myself focused. If we’re caught, either the mob or the police will catch us. If the police does, I doubt your captain friend’ll stand up for us so we’re looking at some HEAVY prison time. And if we ever get out, we’ll be treated like dogshit because we’re ex-cons and will probably end up living in a box under a bridge.

Jamie
Kurt Cobain led the way.

Riley
Still, that’s nothing compared to what the mob’ll do to us. Ok.

Jamie
You’re good now?

Riley
Yeah. You should tell the others. I’m gonna stay out here for a while.

Jamie
Alright. Join us in ten.

Riley
Hey, Ma. Hey, Pa. Your little girl’s finally doing something big for a change. I don’t think that’s what you had in mind when you made me, but I guess I’ll never really know. I doubt it because who wants their child to grow up to be a criminal, right? The problem with talking to the dead is that they’re selfishly silent. I think you both died in a hospital like this. Holding hands even after being pulled out of that car wreck. Did you… Did you know that my last memory of you two is the blood under your beds? Even that kinda came together in the end. Seventeen years and the only thing I can remember vividly is that red. I can’t remember what you or I were wearing… I can’t even remember why you two were driving. Or why this is all coming to me now. Maybe because death is kinda, sorta staring at me right now. But I can’t tell if it’s the death coming from the hospital, or some impending doom. All I know is that I’m fucking terrified and I need this money. Thanks for listening, Ma. Thanks for listening, Pa.

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