The Dropped Apostrophe gathered Jordan Grainger, Ellova Palava, and Moonbeam together in the grand ballroom of the Elixir Spa Resort Hotel and Leisure Complex; he’d arranged three chairs in a small semi-circle in front of the coffee table he was sitting at, where all three were now taking their seats.
“We were robbed,” he started, referring to the bank robbery which didn’t go exactly as he’d planned, “and that was partly my fault, I should never trust the Pinchams.”
“Partly…” Ellova started to speak, but the Apostrophe’s raised palm caused her to stop, he instead continued with what he wanted to say, “so tonight, you three will join The Lady at the Exquisite Collection, where they are displaying the rarest jewels from around the world… once we get them, we can sell them on the Underground, and the proceeds will go to our cause of world domination – get your glad rags on folks, the exhibition opens at six – run along now!”
Jordan glanced at his watch; 5:00pm; they had an hour to get dressed up to the nines and get across town to the Exquisite Collection Jewellers and Boutique on Avenue Road… a thought which triggered a memory from the bank earlier that day; he glanced at Ellova who was looking back at him, presumably thinking the same thing.
Moonbeam tightly grabbed Jordan’s shoulder, and leant closely to his ear, whispering, “You can be trusted to get this right, can’t you?”
Jordan said nothing, he merely shrugged off Moonbeam’s tight grip and ran after Ellova, who’d already crossed the dance floor and was opening the door; can any of us be trusted in this group – he thought as he stepped through, allowing the door to close before Moonbeam got there.
‘A New Plan’ has been written for Six Sentence Stories, where the prompt word this week is ‘Coffee’.