Someone threw open my car door with surprising strength and landed in my passenger seat with surprising grace. His voice was surprisingly loud when he screamed at me to “DRIVE!”
I figured if someone was this desperate for a ride, I might as well oblige. Never mind the fact that I was on the clock.
We drove in tense silence for a few blocks. When we hit a red light, I glanced up at my floating number, supposedly the amount of money my soulmate had at any given moment, and actually gasped.
It had grown by $1,000,000. That’s when I finally looked over to see who my passenger was.
It was a man, and he was clutching a big duffel bag for all his life was worth. The realization hit me at the exact moment my radio went off, “We’ve got a 211 on Baker Street. Suspect is a white male around 5’7” with short brown hair. He is considered armed and dangerous. All available units please respond.”
The man looked at me in alarm and his eyes told me he was a runner. I had plenty of experience with runners. In a matter of seconds I had whipped out my handcuffs and slapped one end on his wrist and the other to his seatbelt. He wasn’t going anywhere.
“How much did you steal?” I asked softly. I had to know if my suspicion was right or not.
He just tugged on the handcuffs and stared out the window. With a sigh, I reached over and flipped off my radio. That got his attention. His eyes, emerald green and beautiful, went wide.
“How much did you steal?” I asked again.
“One million.”
My heart took off and I wanted to throw up. I pointed to the number above my head, and when I did it showed up clearly for him to see. His face immediately drained of all its color.
“There’s no way,” he murmured.
“I’m just as shocked as you are. What are the odds that a bank robber will be soulmates with an undercover cop?”
Thanks for reading! I completely forgot this story existed, but I stumbled across it and it made me laugh, so I figured I’d share.
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! Let’s finish the year strong!
See you next week, and year, with another story.
Original Prompt from Reddit: The amount of money your soulmate currently has appears over your head. The number over your head has always been low. Then one day, while sitting in your car, it suddenly shoots up and surpasses $1,000,000. Seconds later, someone jumps into your car and yells, “DRIVE!”
Soul mate or cell mate? 🤣
Yes, comedy!! Thank you, Claire. 😁