The Bank Job, or Not

A Drabble (exactly 100 words) about bank robbery in the old American west.

The town bank just sits there, waiting to be robbed. I've never seen more than one guard inside, and he's pretty old. Probably has poor vision, and I'll bet his aim is even worse.

This is a pretty good-size town, with only the one bank. So I thought, why not take advantage of some free money. Who could pass up a chance like that?

The next morning, after a hearty flapjack breakfast, I saddled up and headed for my wealthy future. Only trouble is that in my eagerness I'd forgotten that it was a Sunday.

Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.