Crazy talk
It was the spring of 1990. The man waited as he stood outside the bank tapping his fingers against the pole. It was time but he was nervous. He knew he would be nervous. However, nothing would stop him. Nothing could. He was a man on a mission. He was infatuated. No reason, no words could ever extinguish these flames that burned in his soul. Her name was Vanessa. They had first met by chance. And he was infatuated. It was like that for him, at the drop of a hat he was in love…. But this one was different. Vanessa was here name and she was poor. He knew she was poor but he didn’t care he was in love. His cellular phone rang. He answered it. It was time to move. He walked briskly across the street. He knew he had to be timing personified otherwise he would get caught. He entered the bank. He lived with the guilt. * * * Heather was her name. He was in love. It wasn’t like that other bird. This was love. He was three days out of prison when he met her.